Stages of Grief


Romeo Part 2: It’s Only a Year 2

Continued from Romeo: Part 1.

That night, I went to meet him and his friends at a bar and had yet another night full of more mutual connection and banter and attraction than I thought possible. I watched him tell story after story while managing to effortlessly garner the attention of half the room in doing so and thought I had finally found someone who I would happily relinquish the spotlight to. (more…)


Romeo Part 1: Timing is Everything 7

Update 9/10/16: I realize that those of you that are just now joining the Terrible Poker Face story, you know Romeo/David and I for my Facebook post that went viral. I meant every word I wrote in that post. I also meant every word that I wrote in these next four posts. Even though I was living a lie, I had no idea. I did love him with all my heart and believed him when he said he loved me too. 

If you’ve been reading this blog for a hot minute, you know that Romeo is the man I was dating when I first started this blog. He was the someone special from my first post; he was the man that made me realize what everyone was talking about when they talked about finding their person; he was the man who broke my heart into a million little pieces.

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I’m pretty sure I deserve a hug and a slap from Stevie Nicks. 13

If you already don’t like me, this post certainly isn’t going to help.

Then again, if you don’t like me you probably don’t know about or don’t care about my blog, so really this post is only going to make people who already like me a little like me less, and make those who like me a lot reconsider.

The thing is, I really like to feel sorry for myself. (more…)


7 Scientifically Proven Ineffective Ways to Mend a Broken Heart 9

Whenever someone posts a list, don’t we all just usually scroll through the opener anyway? I’ll save us both some time by skipping the usual pleasantries if you’ll do me a solid and read for more than just skimming the bold lines.

But first, I will say this one thing: I’m relying entirely on empirical evidence in this study. Now, there has been a relatively small sample size (just me), but my approach is similar to the argument that global warming can’t exist because I’m cold right now. If that’s good enough for Steven Colbert and congress, who am I to upend the entire scientific method? (more…)


Break-Up Side Effect #3: Relief

Someone can only make you cry the ugly cry so many times before a little part of you shuts off; before walls start to come up that they will never be the person to tear back down; before the parts of what make you you, the parts that have been slowly getting chipped away, give in and crumble.

Towards the end of me and Romeo, I wasn’t the best version of me anymore. In fact, the night we broke up I wrote an entry about standing down your inner demons when relationship insecurities become too much. I was drowning that night. (more…)


…Of Fucking Course You Do… 9

I met a guy. Not just any ol’ guy: in the midst of this heart-wrenching break up, I met a great guy. He’s so handsome. He’s got these dark green eyes and the kind of smile that you notice halfway across the bar. He’s got a great job and great arms. I know because I found every excuse possible to touch them all night long. He’s hilarious and smart and is totally into me too. He’s tall. In fact he’s a solid three inches taller than Romeo. (more…)


Break-Up Side Effect #2: The Sad 3

Winston Churchill referred to it as the black dog. Will Wheaton referred to it as a loud room. Allie Bosh referred to it as a soul decaying boredom. For me, it’s The Sad. (more…)