Plagued by My Past

Four years ago, I was someone else β a girl lost in the neon glare of online casinos, my life a series of risky bets and dangerous encounters. I thought Iβd left that world behind, burying it deep under aβ¦

Four years ago, I was someone else β a girl lost in the neon glare of online casinos, my life a series of risky bets and dangerous encounters. I thought Iβd left that world behind, burying it deep under aβ¦

To Whom It May Concern, I’m writing this because I can’t live with the weight of it any longer. I’m a registered nurse at a private hospital, and for years, I’ve been violating the very oath I swore toβ¦

Yes I did it, I admit I am the stupid fucking whore you said I was. I said it out loud in the mirror this morning while I was still dripping from the guy I picked up at theβ¦

Iβm fifty years old now, sitting alone in a one-bedroom apartment that smells of cheap instant coffee and regret. My hands shake when I try to hold a coffee mug. The mirror shows a woman with gray roots I canβtβ¦

My name is Molly. Iβm a dentist. Or at least I used to be. For fifteen years I ran a small, upscale practice in a leafy suburb where husbands came in for cleanings after their morning runs and left withβ¦

My name is Anya Petrova, and until recently, I was a ghost in the opulent home of the Whitestone family. An orphan since the age of seven, shuffled through a system that cared little for its wards, I learned earlyβ¦

Well, before I start, I need you to know this fact about me. I am a lady who, fromΒ a young age has built my identity around being the worst person alive. This is a persona I have embodied soβ¦

My hands wonβt stop shaking even now, years later, as I sit in this tiny fibro shack on the outskirts of Wollongong, the rain hammering the tin roof like itβs trying to wash away what I can never scrub fromβ¦