By Erin Khar
- Begin your sexual history, at least the consensual part, at age thirteen, with someone you don’t love and who probably doesn’t love you, and stay with him for two years, even though you are so young and don’t love him. (Do some heroin so you can ignore this problem.)
- Spend the rest of your adolescence in love with someone who will break your heart and don’t have intercourse.
- Begin sleeping with people as a way to distance yourself emotionally.
- Sleep with older guys who want to possess you but you’re on drugs and they don’t know it and you feel dead inside and they will want you more which is confusing.
- Realize that they haven’t always worn a condom and freak out every time you take an HIV test because you’ve slept with men with questionable hobbies and you should know better because you grew up in the age of AIDS after all and you end up okay but you know you dodged a bullet or more.
- Move in with a twenty-six year old man when you are eighteen and cheat on him and make him crazy, so crazy that he tries to poison your spaghetti dinner and you throw up all night, but don’t find out until after you broke up that he put fifty phenobarbital in said spaghetti.
- At the age of nineteen, on the heels of the spaghetti fiasco, have an affair with a forty-five year old married British singer who has a small penis and likes to hit you during sex.
- Abruptly end your affair with the married British singer over red wine and Leonard Cohen, and begin sleeping with the guy your best friend is in love with. (Rationalize this with the fact that he doesn’t love her back.)
- Spend the next two years in an open relationship with the guy your best friend loved, while starting and not finishing many many relationships, leaving a trail of angry men behind you, including the celebrity who stalks you because you keep telling him, “”
- Find out that the guy you loved when you were sixteen, who broke your heart, the one who you still loved, find out that he died of liver failure after drinking himself to death in the span of four years.
- When you are twenty-one, abruptly decide to leave your country and boyfriend and half-begun relationships and dead ex-boyfriend and move to Paris.
- Spend some months sleeping with rich Americans and a few Frenchmen, vowing to never fall in love again.
- Fall in love with a Frenchman who has a girlfriend.
- Attempt a friendship with said Frenchman, but then begin an affair and feel heartbroken all the time because he won’t leave the girlfriend he has had since high school.
- Feel relieved when Frenchman finally breaks up with girlfriend. (Later you will find out he didn’t really.)
- Return to Los Angeles with the man you love, who may or may not be disentangled from his previous relationship.
- After a disastrous couple of months, ship the Frenchman home and start using heroin again.
- Get strung out on heroin, using the money you have that you don’t deserve.
- Go back to being a heart-breaker rather than the heartbroken and do things like jump out a second-story window when the guy you just slept with tells you he is falling love with you.
- In a drug-induced flight of fancy, return to France and accept the Frenchman’s marriage proposal.
- Hide your heroin addiction from the Frenchman, at least until he catches you with a needle in your arm.
- Go to rehab at the age of twenty-three.
- Break up with your French fiancé while in rehab because you know he can never forgive you.
- Start sleeping with the thirty-three year old restaurant mogul you meet in rehab who didn’t do heroin like you but had a thing for cocaine and vodka and women.
- After rehab, break it off with the restaurant guy and feel bad when he starts using cocaine and vodka and women, again.
- Have a couple of unsatisfying one night stands with guys you meet in twelve-step meetings.
- Meet a thirty-two year old photographer who is also a recovering heroin addict and move in together three months later.
- Right after you fall for the photographer, meet a thirty-four year old writer who makes you dizzy and let him go down on you.
- Although you probably are falling in love with the writer, you shun him and stay with the photographer for three years, during which time you remain faithful.
- Until you meet the washed up rockstar who makes you laugh and is so much fun.
- Leave the photographer for the rockstar and then immediately regret it.
- Try to win the photographer back to no avail.
- Become depressed and then even more depressed when you realize that you are pregnant and don’t want to be.
- Have an abortion which destroys you. So, drive to your old dealer’s house later that day and begin a relapse of epic proportions.
- Drag your washed up rockstar boyfriend into the relapse and start smoking crack too.
- Go to rehab again and break up with the rock star.
- Focus on yourself for a few months, although you secretly fall for the guy you are recording music with to no avail, and have some meaningless dates with guys whose names you can barely remember.
- Meet a man who seems all wrong and avoid him.
- Sleep with the man who seems all wrong and ignore your friends’ warnings to stay away from him.
- Spend three months with the man who is all wrong, only to have him break up with you suddenly and break your ego, if not your heart.
- Allow your bruised ego to win him back stealthily, even though you know he’s no good for you.
- Find yourself pregnant again at twenty-eight, and marvel at your irresponsibility.
- Accept the wrong man’s marriage proposal against all better judgement.
- Come back from your honeymoon, only to discover that your husband has impregnated another woman.
- Somehow make it through a depressing pregnancy, avoiding all thoughts that your marriage is a sham.
- At the age of twenty-nine, give birth to a baby boy, and instantly be changed, instantly love him more than you hate yourself, let this little man in a baby’s body teach you how to love.
- Begin to realize that you know nothing, but still try to make that sad marriage work.
- Catch the man who seems all wrong who became your husband cheating on you.
- Catch the man who seems all wrong who became your husband cheating on you, again.
- As the love you have for your child grows, you know less but are sure of more. Finally, after two long pitiful years, leave the man who seems all wrong who became your husband.
- Enjoy a period of celibacy and know you know nothing.
- Finally, break your celibacy by sleeping with a bartender/artist.
- Get in to two long-distance relationships back to back, with men who live in New York, while you live in Los Angeles.
- Stay in the second one for more than four years, break up and get back together many times and break him and let him break you and begin to finally see your lack of experience.
- Break up with the guy who lives in New York, realize you have learned things but still know nothing.
- Meet a man who is like no one you have been with before.
- Fall in love with the right man, the man who is like no one you have been with before, despite yourself.
- Make some mistakes with the right man and don’t run away because of them.
- Let him teach you how to be loved.
- Marry him. You are finally still, with love. You know that your son taught you how to love and your husband taught you how to be loved. You know nothing else, but that’s all you need to know.
Erin Khar lives, loves, and writes in New York City and sometimes other cities too. She was the recipient of a 2012 Eric Hoffer Editor’s Choice Prize for her story, “Last House at the End of the Street,” which was published in the Best New Writing 2012 anthology. Her work has also appeared in From the Depths, Sliver of Stone, Mr. Beller’s Neighborhood, and a Spark Off Rose live show. She is currently working on her first book, a memoir. Erin can be found online at www.erinkhar.com and via her blog at www.rarelywrongerin.blogspot.com. She is also on Twitter as @RarelyWrongErin.
Erin… I love this!!!! Life is beautifully messy est-ce pas? I can see the storyboard behind you from your memoirs that must have inspired this: tangled and colorful with pain and blood and shenanigans and feeling fantastically naughty and loving it and wanting to then shrivel up and die from same said shenanigans but one day later. La vie est très très et je vous aime mon vieil ami . xoxo
Thank you, Joli! xoxo
This was just enough to show what a phenomenal writer you are! Will definitely be buying your memoir. <3
Thank you so much, Carol!