Joon joons,
Thanks to Hurricane Sandy, I’ve been quarantined off to my room for the past day (and tomorrow). Crazy wind and rain got nothing on me – I’m still kicking. To all our readers on the East Coast — stay safe and dry. Sandy can’t touch this.
I’m not really a fan of break-ups. For obvious reasons, I’m sure most of us aren’t. If I’m the one who wants to do the dumping, I will do everything in my power to avoid it and encourage the other person to do it for me. I’m so mature, clearly.
My go-to move: “let’s take a break” in hopes that in those few days, the guy will come to his senses. That rarely happens.
Honesty is always the best policy.
The one time I was dumped when it wasn’t on my terms – it devastated me. Love was never really a factor and my lack of worthy relationship experience didn’t really prepare me for what followed the breakup.
I turned into one of those girls that I’d always looked down at — crying constantly…
I started my job the day after he dumped me so having to be the “new girl” with a fake smile on my face was probably one of the hardest things in my first few weeks of work. I couldn’t eat my lunch, I would escape to the bathroom to keep tears from falling in front of everyone, and I cried everyday on the metro back home after work.
There’s nothing wrong with any of that — sometimes you just have to purge out your pain but…
