Tired of sitting home waiting for that guy to call? This is the answer. Republished from Whimn.com.au.
Have you ever sent a drunk text that you REALLY regret? The fifth (and funniest) story in the ‘Tales of a Fuckgirl’ series…
“Ahead is a time of anguish, growth, loneliness, excitement and transition…” Republished from Whimn.com.au.
You aren’t here and you aren’t with me. And I was an utter fool for you.
No, it’s not beyond repair; if you’re willing to put in the work.
And no, hyphenating isn’t the answer.
It was his fault. Not theirs. He didn’t deserve me and I should have left years before.
For those going through a divorce; you didn’t ‘fail’ as a couple, you were set up to fail by society’s unrealistic expectations.
Splitting up doesn’t have to mean failure.
As deeply as I loved him, a feeling of relief washed over me when I found out about the affairs.
It’s not too late to recapture those butterflies.
Spoiler alert: it’s mostly about not being an asshole.
The very archaic institution of marriage has set us all up to feel like failures.
‘Til death do you part didn’t include this life-changing reality check.
I remember the moment it hit me, like a punch in the gut.
Say hello to the era of the ‘starter marriage’…