When your abusive boyfriend shows up looking for you, this is how it goes down. — Y’all know I have been over and over Safety for the Single Lady. We’ve talked about statistics, plans, and 800 799 SAFE until I’m blue in the face. It’s because I don’t want anyone to be a story I come across one day. I have a few of y’all that…

Well, well, well…if it isn’t the day of love upon us…Hold on, give me just a second, I’m feeling a little nauseated. Look, I would love to sit here and tell all of you I’m thrilled about another Valentine’s Day in Ms. Macons’ stilettos, but I would be bald-faced lying…

Long before I started writing to you fine folks here on Medium, I wrote a series of articles for single women and their safety. This was largely due to all of dumb ass things I was seeing the single women around me perpetrate. From going on dates with men from…

Yeah, there’s no fucking way I’m doing that. — I see a lot of ladies writing sex columns these days, and for a hot second, I thought about it. Don’t worry, I remembered exactly why I don’t write about sex in about 2 seconds. The shit they write about, though, what the fuck? I really don’t think I could…

This guy…I can’t even. — Since this is pretty far outside of my wheelhouse, I’m prepared to verify my identity if necessary, and I’ve not been lobotomized. I have found my person, of this I’m sure. Allow me to digress… If you’ve read my column, it’s evident I’m a bit much, like in real life…

I think I can begin to forgive myself. — My ex-husband is an amazing guy. Terrific. Salt of the Earth, incredible person. We were together for ten years, and we have a daughter together who passed away from SIDS twenty years ago. The woman I became after she passed, I speak of her often. I was an oxycodone junkie…

In theory, it’s just memories holding me here in this place. I’m free to get up and leave at any time. I can shut this file, and glance at the clock, sigh like I have somewhere I need to be, like this is just a stop on the way. It…

They told me I didn’t belong. I showed them just why I do — I’ve told the story before of being shunned by feminists I knew many years back. How hurt and embarrassed I was, because they made me the butt of their jokes. …

This is what I do. — If you’ve spent even a half of a second talking with me, you know that all 5’2 of me is constructed of profanity and ego. Not really even necessarily in that order. Here is why. I’m fucking awesome. This is not new news, it’s just a well-known fact. You take…