Getting dumped can suck, but most guys are used to it. We've either gotten the heave-ho ourselves or known guys who have. And though we tend to jump right back into the dating pool, the pain can linger. That's why it's only right that when it's our turn to sever ties, we do it thoughtfully, taking the high road whenever possible.
No matter how you choose to define love, one fact remains clear: Love can be highly addictive. We are talking about passionate love, the beginning rush of emotions; the wave that floods us when we first fall in love.
Walking away from a relationship that isn't fulfilling you anymore is a huge right of passage for our daughters. And if they trust us enough to come to us for help during this journey, how lucky are we?
Photo by Dimaz Fakhruddin Why did he or she do this? Or what is he or she thinking? We don't want to see the reality, even if the answers are star...
Don't take your love away from me, Don't you leave my heart in misery, If you go, then I'll be blue, 'Cause breaking up is hard to do... -- Neil Sedak...
I've come to realize that kitchen activities might be even more telling than I thought. I've let cooking become a benchmark against which I test the health of my relationships.
When we have an opportunity to explore a once great relationship again, we have an opportunity to explore ourselves too. We can look at it with new eyes and hopefully the courage to follow our heart wherever it may lead.
I can tell you a story about most objects in my house. Some are positive stories and reflections of who I am and where I am headed. Others are more binding, restricting and reflect a time in my life I'm happy to have moved on from. Yet they remain in my house. And therefore in my psyche.
It was only when my second love came along that I started to realize how much better love is when you truly know yourself.
I'm on my own for this one. I walked in 'eyes wide shut' as they say. Knowing, seeing, being told, 'This one is not for you,' and going for it anyway. And five or six breakups later, it's hard to count them now, I'm finally sober enough to admit my problem.
I am single again but something feels different this time around -- I'm content being alone for the first time in my adult life. I've decided to use this period, unattached to a male counterpart, to break the cycles I've been repeating for years.
Indulging in financial self-soothing following the stressful divorce process is the reward that many women seek in the days after that Final Judgment is received. Justified trips to Cancun, rationalized days at the spa, and country club memberships are the delicious luxuries we seek, when soothing our aching hearts.
Of course, any app I use could shut down, pivot their strategy, run out of money... it happens. But when that app was built using my personal info and hours of effort on my part, I feel a range of emotions not unlike my dating years: betrayal, feeling used, frustration, panic.
During this age of social media and communicating electronically it is not unusual to get break-up messages electronically. It's a shame but it is not at all unusual.
Whether it's happened to you in a friendship, marriage or even in a relationship with someone else who's important in your life (like your hair colorist or even your housekeeper), you simply know when you've lost your rhythm and neither of you is addressing its loss.
Betrayal leaves us at a fork in the road. We can choose to act in ways that either favor or impede personal growth: we can become stuck in a bad moment forever or we can put it behind us for good. We decide our path.