Illustrated By Ly Ngo. Most horror stories start with a teenage protagonist doing something that makes the entire audience want to shout, "No! Don't go in there!" For my 19-year-old self, that creaky door was marriage. I drove seven hours to Pittsburgh from my mom's place in Ontario to settle in with a guy 13 years my senior -- a man I'd been dating long distance for almost a year. It all started pretty well. We had so much sex in the first week of living together that I had to make a trip to th...
Illustrated By Ly Ngo. Most horror stories start with a teenage protagonist doing something that makes the entire audience want to shout, "No! Don't go in there!" For my 19-year-old self, that creaky door was marriage. I drove seven hours to Pittsburgh from my mom's place in Ontario to settle in with a guy 13 years my senior -- a man I'd been dating long distance for almost a year. It all started pretty well. We had so much sex in the first week of living together that I had to make a trip to th...
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