Then, I thought the breakup was a series of mistakes that I made that I could have corrected if history had arranged itself differently.For months I went over the days leading up to the breakup, analyzing every word we spoke to each other, dissecting the fights that had been increasing in frequency. It felt like … Continue reading
A really close friend just recently went through an earth-shattering, out-of-the-blue breakup. It happened on a Friday and she called me on Saturday morning. “I read your blog,” she said tearfully.“Oh geez, don’t do that!” I said, feeling like those blogs from so long ago couldn’t possibly help anyone now. It made me think about … Continue reading
Today is October 15th. Five years ago, I came home from work, and as C trimmed his toenails (true story), I said I still didn’t feel like things were okay between us, and he agreed. I never imagined what he’d finally work up to say just twenty minutes later. “I think I need to be … Continue reading
*drops mic and walks off* Seriously, though. I don’t care. I don’t care if my advice in this post helps you. I don’t care if you write me a whole novel or send me an email, detailing every last bit of the whole entire story. (In fact, please don’t do that.) I don’t care if you … Continue reading
You won’t trust him. Every time she’s a little quiet, you’ll panic that something is wrong and she’s leaving again. You’ll be extremely suspicious of anyone who texts him. Any happy moment or memory she shares from the time you were apart will make you feel jealous and threatened. He’ll know he needs to earn … Continue reading
“It should be called ‘Small Life, Sad Life’,” I said to my husband over lunch. “All I do is write about grief. Breakups and death and feeling suicidal.” “No,” he said. “Dealing with that stuff is part of having a small life. And you write about getting to the other side of grief.” “Hmm,” I … Continue reading
I let him go. Really. I know too well what it’s like to be nursing a broken heart, thinking I’d do anything to get back with my former flame. I’ve thought of every tactic out there. Lonely months went by and I slimmed down to a ghostly version of my former, happy self. I alienated … Continue reading
