Most breakups are bad breakups, but sometimes they're made even worse by a little garnish of something extra, like an intentional or unintentional hurtful act (sometimes via technology), an irony, or even something random that just, well, happens.
This easy, immediate exposure to dating opportunities cultivates a delusional worry that there's always someone else -- nay, someone better! -- to message and meet tomorrow. Right? Wrong.
It's letting go because there is simply nothing left. It's knowing that the girl in the pictures will never be me. It's wondering why I ever cared that it was. It's not knowing how to pick up the pieces this time.
Since all of the divorce mess has calmed down, I've been attending the school of thought that says that all of the things that happened in that process (good and bad) came about in order to teach me a lesson or two.
After my breakup, I thought I'd never want to have sex again. My libido, along with my record collection and art books, got lost in the shuffle. It was my co-author and hot-blooded pal who brought me back to the living, insisting that I practice the resolutions I share with you below.
I wasn't a person; I was a toy to him. And it made me feel ugly.
You could dislike everything about your ex, and yet, right after you part ways they're on your mind 24/7.
A little over a month ago, I had my heart broken. It was far from the first time, and I'm certain it won't be the last. What made this particular time special is I didn't see it coming, and that hasn't happened since the first time.
What happens when we want to forget something? Someone? A memory? What happens when we try to erase a time and a place and a person from our lives? Now it's almost impossible.
Well, ladies, the holidays are upon us. And you just made it through Thanksgiving... perhaps solo for the first time in years. Not so easy, is it?
I REALLY don't like the way you try to guess what I'm thinking when I write texts. To be honest, sometimes the things you think I'm trying to say are just so far off I don't really feel like we're on the same wavelength at all.
The point C.S. Lewis makes in The Four Loves is that closing our heart to the risk of heartbreak creates a living hell. The truth is that while heartbreak is extremely painful, it is not nearly as painful as the hell we create for ourselves when we hold back loving out of our fear of getting hurt.
Most of us have been trained to believe that when a relationship ends, we lose the love of the person who we once felt so loved by. This belief is an instant misery-creating lie that is simply not true.
Do you have a friend who hates her ex? Are you surprised that her animosity toward him has not dissipated over time? Do you wish the two of you could dedicate less conversation time to him and more to, well, pretty much any other topic?
I was with my boyfriend, Matthew, for seven years. We built a house together, I ran the office side of his business and I had a child by him. We never married. When I finally decided to leave the relationship, I had no claim to the house or the business. I left with nothing.
You've been dumped. It feels like hell, and you don't know what to do. What will it take to get over a nasty affair, or worse, an unexpected divorce? And will you or your kids make it