Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

As I was wiping today, I realized just how much my life has changed.  Discharge, I thought as I glanced at the toilet paper.  I once was obsessed with it.  Examining, touching, rubbing it between two fingers checking the consistency,…

Because of napkins, we’re no longer friends.  We were sitting at the bar at—oh, what’s the name of that restaurant with the ridiculously absurd coconut sticky rice?—Ruby Foo’s, the one on the Upper West Side, near where I’d eventually live. …

I have friends, quite a few, who are, as of late, going through breakups.  Not the kind you shrug at and say, “this too shall pass.”  Decades.  Half decades.  I have a friend, of course I do, who dated a…

I love when it’s cold in the morning.  I fell asleep last night with nothing but a sheet and the whirl of the overhead fan.  I awoke beneath a hill of comforter, squares of down by my face.  I had…

I just get so crazy when he isn’t giving me what he used to.  His emails used to be about how he thought of me constantly and looked forward to being with me at the end of his day… how…

"He doesn’t love me enough to move the relationship forward."  That was the basics.  I’ve heard it before.  He’ll say it has nothing to do with love, but we’ll feel it has everything to do with it.  Everything else is…

“I’m afraid of failing” is what The Suitor had confided in me once upon a time. “And so are you, Stephanie,” he said plainly.  It’s called projection.  I wasn’t afraid of failing.  I was afraid of rejection.  But that’s just…

You might do it to save money.  Or to claim, "it just makes more sense" because you sleep together every night anyway.  Well, nearly.  The nights you’re apart happen because you’re both lazy, and no one wants to make the…