Relationships are hard. Breakups are harder. At some point, we all go through it and, eventually, we all get through it. Though it's true time heals all wounds, instead of allowing a breakup to affect you for months, years or even decades, choose to flourish in spite of it.
I recently saw an ex after several months of sporadic communication. I was reluctant to do it, but I knew he'd offer to pay for a drink. So I thought: at least there's a drunken stupor in store for me where I'll probably relay to him how much better off I am! So fine, I'll go.
Alright ladies! The secret to getting the fellas interested and then creeped out and then interested again in less than 24 hours is in. And I've got it down to a science.
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.