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I Don’t Know What to Do With My Life

Figs O'Sullivan October 8, 2026

You’re lying awake again, and the question is back. What am I actually doing with

Woman with blue and green face paint looking through rain-covered car window.

Why Did He Break Up With Me If He Still Loves Me?

Figs O'Sullivan October 8, 2026

He said it on a Sunday. “I love you. I just can’t do this anymore.”

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Why Am I So Turned Off by My Husband?

Figs O'Sullivan October 7, 2026

It is the small things that get you. The way he chews. The way he breathes too loudly when he is concentrating. The sound of his keys. He puts a hand on your shoulder while you are loading the dishwasher and your skin goes tight before your mind has formed a single thought. You used to want this man

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I Miss My Ex

Figs O'Sullivan October 7, 2026

It was supposed to be over by now. Everyone says so. Your friends have stopped asking. You deleted the photos, or you meant to. You were fine at brunch. Then a song came on in the car and you sobbed for twenty minutes in a parking lot, and tonight you are lying in bed at 2 a.m. with your chest tight

Woman sitting on floor in kitchen with gas stovetop visible, green and warm lighting, hand near face

I Hate My Husband

Figs O'Sullivan October 7, 2026

He is asleep down the hall, or in the chair with his phone, and you are lying there rigid with it. The way he breathes. The way he said “fine” at dinner. The birthday card that never came, the way he scrolled while you cried at the sink last Tuesday, the thing with his mother from three years ago th