Ben: The Prince Who Promised, Then Poisoned
When I met Ben, I was ready for a new beginning. At thirty-five, I had just shed 75 kilograms over two years thanks to a gastric bypass. For the first time, I was comfortable...
When I met Ben, I was ready for a new beginning. At thirty-five, I had just shed 75 kilograms over two years thanks to a gastric bypass. For the first time, I was comfortable...
I arrived in Nice like every tourist: dazzled by the glamour of the Promenade des Anglais, the charming old town, the Mediterranean sun reflecting off pristine facades. Here, Gucci bags were paraded, terraces filled...
Think avoidant personality disorder means I secretly run a crime syndicate and feel no remorse? Sorry to disappoint—I’m just over here overthinking a text reply for three hours. Let’s debunk some myths!