My Most Delusional Stories About Love, Ranked

Medium provides an unflinching record of every time I lost my mind.

Adeline Dimond

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I like to say that I started writing on Medium because I wanted to scratch an itch, an itch that made me want to learn the craft of writing, how to turn a phrase. But the truth is that some of my Medium stories are just, like, completely fucking delusional. It will come as a shock to no one that these stories are about love.

Bored, I recently scrolled through my old stories to see if I’ve learned anything about writing. To say I cringed is a wild understatement. Some of the writing really sucked. But worse, several of the stories were about a very meh relationship with a guy named Ian — my high school boyfriend that became my middle-aged boyfriend for a few months — except instead of being honest about the suckiness of the relationship, I wrote stories about how great it all was.

Pathetic. As Samuel Daniel says in Hymen’s Triumph, “Love is a sickness full of woes/All remedies refusing.” Still, that’s no excuse for writing such completely bonkers stories.

Worse, the stories had an air of self-help about them; I shared “lessons” I learned from this objectively very bad “relationship,” as if sharing them was going to help readers in their own relationships. Wow. Not cool. Not cool at all. There’s not much I can do about this now, other than to recognize how insane it was, and march myself to the town square for some good old-fashioned pillorying. So here I am, in the town square, yelling my apologies, setting the record straight, rending my garments, readying for my punishment. I deserve it.

And as much as it pains me to do this, here are those stories, ranked by level of delusion. (I realize this is going to look like a ploy to get you to click on these stories, but hand to heart, I really, really do not want you to do that. I mean it. Really).

Runner Up: The story in which I claimed I wasn’t getting ghosted — but guess what? — I was totally getting ghosted.

Ian was ghosting me, but I didn’t want to be ghosted, so I wrote this story insisting that he was not in fact ghosting me.

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