Truth


…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…)


Lord, Beer Me Strength 1

See the clip of the original scene here. (Also, watch that gif enough times and you might start to have a seizure. My God. Scroll down right now. SAVE YOURSELF!!!!)

I need a little break from writing about the heart stomping that has been the last three weeks of my life, so I’m temporarily removing myself from my present reality and indulging in a good, old-fashioned #FlashbackFriday. (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…)


Break-Up Side Effect #1: Humiliation 12

New Relationship Smugness is a real thing, y’all.

According to Urban Dictionary- New Relationship Smugness (NRS)
A very common overwhelming emotion by new couples experienced within the first 1 – 6 months of their relationship. They are poisoned by their own happiness and led to believe they are the “Perfect Couple”, after the honeymoon phase ends and the healthy relationship begins… NRS quickly fades away.
“You and Robin are in the honeymoon phase. Everything’s perfect. Every song on the radio’s about you. Every other couple sucks. Enjoy it, NRS doesn’t last forever.”– Ted, How I Met Your Mother
When I first met Romeo, I experienced the smuggiest of New Relationship Smugness that ever did exist in all of the land: (more…)

Yesterday-1; Me-0 13

Rejected titles for this entry include:

  • Terrible Poker Face and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
  • Not The First Time I’ve Cried at the Gyno
  • Some Days You’re the Pigeon; Some Days You’re the Statue

Y’all. Follow me down the rabbit hole…

7:18am Realize that I’ve snoozed 6 times and have way overslept due to my disproportionately awful Oscars party hangover. (Two glasses should not make me feel like all light and sound is trying to punish me… even if my two glasses were extremely large. And full. And black with a small opening at the top. Fine. They were bottles. I drank two bottles. Whatever.) (more…)


The Bad Boy 6

I’ve been destroyed by the dissolution of relationships in about as many ways as you could imagine. In attempts to make sure that the heartbreak that I’m barely keeping at arm’s length from being dumped by Romeo doesn’t kill me, over the past two weeks I’ve been doing a post-mortem on all the previous times that a break up has unraveled me, him or both of us in my Little Black Book.

My mantra: You’ve survived this before. You’ll survive this again. (more…)


Hope Can Be So Devastating 7

Some days I think hope is a curse.

You logically know something will never happen. You can clearly state how X, Y and Z factors mean that something is not just unlikely, but borderline impossible. You can articulate quite clearly to everyone around you how you know something is over. And yet, you still can’t shut up that little voice in your heart that hopes. (more…)