I’ma Do Me, Thanks Though

I’ve been told that grown-ups befriend their exes. In a way that makes me feel like I’m a failure for not always choosing to do that.

But there are really good reasons to not be friends.

If you still have feels, if you still live in a world where you can imagine being in love with that person, then you should not be friends with your ex, no matter what anyone tells you. You don’t need to put yourself in the friend zone. That isn’t friendship, it’s torturing yourself. You shouldn’t put your friends in the uncomfortable situation of having to help you stay there. You shouldn’t be in a place where you’re unhappy just to make someone else feel better. Ever.

So be you. And be you without this person. Because that can be a happier, better you and that’s worth everything. At least for now.


Be Jealous

Check out this amazing body language!

I don’t really care who these humans are. I hope they’re healthy and happy and all but other than that, whatevs.

But I can’t imagine a better ‘running into your ex’ outfit or scenario.

I’m amazing and wonderful and you are a ridiculously dressed child and still focused on me.

The highest level of Go Suck It.

Don’t go backwards, only go forward.

Dating, Relationships

FemaleGazing’s Bona Fide Get-Over-Him Routine, Step… Much Later


Spoiler alert, breaking up gets easier to do.

I was out with a guy last night and he asked me if I had ever been in love before. The answer that popped into my head was one I didn’t expect.

Yes, and it was recent and it hurt and I’m still learning from it, but I don’t think that’s very interesting anymore. I’m doing a lot of cooking these days, I never thought that would be something I’d be very interested in.

No one who knows me would have been able to guess that I’d find cooking more interesting than relationships but alas, that is where I am right now.

Why should I be sad? I have lost someone who didn’t love me. But they lost someone who loved them.

-a positive way to look at a shitty situation (via upabovetheworld)

Friendship, Relationships

Breakup Season

A few times a year you hit a week or two when it just feels like breakup season. You get calls from across the country, weeping, late at night. Usually chirpy coworkers dragging themselves in, forgetting stuff and ducking out to the bathroom a lot.

You feel for them, comfort them. Talk them through their first solitary meals in months. Distract them while they’re getting dressed in the morning. Buy them ice cream.

And all the while a little piece at the bottom of your heart is saying “And everyone was worried about me missing out on that?”