getting over a guy in 10 days: is it really possible?

In some ways I'm proud of that chapter. I fought for love. I had poison ivy. You know, I lost, but I really fought. (Addison, Private Practice.) I knew I had to get over him so when the cute, movie-inspired idea of getting over a guy in 10 days popped into my mind, I really … Continue reading getting over a guy in 10 days: is it really possible?

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living alone, here in this place. i think of you, and i’m not afraid.

Closure.  This is ultimately the one thing that people seek following a break-up.  Others may want their favorite sweatshirt back, or perhaps a hot new fling, but most who have ever gotten their heart broken in the history of broken hearts will confirm that closure is the ideal parting gift. Now I can't quite say that "Cleveland" and I have … Continue reading living alone, here in this place. i think of you, and i’m not afraid.

i’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. i make mistakes, i am out of control and at times hard to handle.

I told him I was trouble.  (I'm really not.)  I said it to him- more than once- because I felt like I had to.  Between the words he said and the way he looked at me, I knew I had to give him every reason to walk away.  More for his sake than mine.  Actually, if we're … Continue reading i’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. i make mistakes, i am out of control and at times hard to handle.

these last two weeks.

They say When it rains, it pours.  Now I'm not sure who 'they' are, but I'm quite certain that 'they' came up with this line to foreshadow these last two weeks in my life.  To put it best, and figuratively, it just hasn't stopped raining.  For the last fourteen days, life has thrown everything imaginable … Continue reading these last two weeks.

life is not black or white. there are always shades of gray. and those lines between right and wrong can be blurry.

(I'm back for this post, but still need to stay away just a little longer.) The good news is that I'm feeling much better.  The aftershock of the panic attack wore off sometime on Saturday afternoon and I made the decision to partake in some girls' night out adventures.  Though hesitant because of my crappy week, I had … Continue reading life is not black or white. there are always shades of gray. and those lines between right and wrong can be blurry.