I mean, really, what woman is going to be good enough for my son? And if there is such a woman, is she going to love him as unconditionally as I do? I shudder at the thought, which is crazy, because I'm trying to put a nice gentleman into the world, not a neurotic momma's boy.
In the last month, on separate occasions, people have referred to my Girlfriend Mom daughter as my "friend." The implication, as I internalized it, being that she was no longer my GM daughter because I was no longer her Girlfriend Mom because of a certain break-up.
Don't expect your partner to read your mind, or to bring you breakfast in bed, or to offer to wash the dishes. It's not going to happen. You can't expect anything from anyone -- you have to make your desires known.
But there is some link, at least for me, between a happy home life and being a slug about everything else. That Josh loves me can't be the reason I love myself. That he thinks I am smart, competent and worthy can't be the reason I believe those things. It has to come from me.
May I introduce to you: The "boyf." Simple, just like the name. It isn't for everyone, and it is crucial to keep the communication open about the situation to avoid broken hearts (or windows) on either side.
Breaking off a relationship is a giant suck sandwich with a nightmare filling of pain, guilt, fear, rejection, remorse, pity and self-loathing.
I've had some very good people pass through my life. Their names won't be important to you, but the part they played when they were with me is something worth sharing.
I used to think that being in love meant you'd do everything possible to claim another person as your own and that seeing them with other people was supposed to make you a walking disaster.
Am I moving too fast? Sending the wrong signals? Missing out on the joys of being single and independent? Am I going to hate him, or worse, will he hate me?
If you are willing to look beyond the dating norms you've set for yourself, who knows what happy ending you might find? Welcome the unknown, and see who comes your way.
I thought I couldn't be me without him. I thought I couldn't be me without someone else. What I didn't understand was that I shouldn't have to be someone's girlfriend to be "someone" to myself.
Whether your relationship ended six days ago or six months ago, now's the time to break out of your brooding cycle and break through to the life (and the guy) you desire.
I watched his world get smaller and smaller as my horizons grew broader and broader until the vision of "us" made no sense at all. And yet, I still harbored a creeping feeling we would sort it all out.
They're super worldly and make home-cooked meals sexy and delicious.
A few hours later, my parents, Simon and I were having tea and some Linzertorte. Suddenly Simon said, "Oh God, here we go."
On the internets, the line between curious and sociopath is a fine one, so a good rule of thumb is: If your search goes longer than a cursory social media glean and image scan, you've probably crossed into a stalking state. In which case, it's imperative that you "Clear Recent History."