There I was, fighting back tears, avoiding the eye contact with the 40-year-old, blue-eyed, farm-owning, ex-Marine who was, by all accounts, “giving me the business.” “Right now, Tracy, you’re half-assing your own life,” he said. “Sure, your friends think you’re awesome and your mom is proud, but are you really doing what you need to […]


Please visit Appearance->Widgets to add your widgets here