I walked my cheating ex-boyfriend‘s wife down the aisle and gave her away…. at least, that’s what happened in my dream.
Let me backtrack…
A few years ago, I dated a man who was essentially living a double life. I don’t know what else to call it. One where he was in a committed long-term relationship, shared a home, a life, a dog, sleepy Sundays and football with his family. The other, where he was a single philandering S.O.B. He brought women to our house when I was at work, claimed that the hair bands on the bathroom door (and any other female paraphernalia) belonged to his sister as he complained about how he is such a “nice guy” who can’t seem to find someone. He was a compulsive liar… a very convincing one at that. So much so, I’m convinced he’s a psychopath.
He was cheating on me. I wish I could tell you I didn’t know, but as women, we always know. We feel it. Guys aren’t as good at covering their tracks as they think they are. Continue reading →
I received an email earlier this week from a guy asking for relationship advice. It started something like this:
My brother and I both love and are very committed to our girlfriends – but both of our girlfriends could be categorized as needy of our attention.
My brother tried to communicate his need for space to his girlfriend, not because he wants to “pursue other options” but because he’s both just getting settled into school and potentially being hired at [a new job].
Her: “Aren’t you happy?” Him: “Yes, I am.” Her: “Then why do you need space?”
“Que ha sufrido mil derrotas, que no tengo fuerzas para defenderme….”
Practice Love Often
I know some of you have warned me against this (i.e. leaving myself so wide open). I don’t know any other way exist. I either do something — or I don’t. Simple as that. I don’t do anything half-assed. (Call me full-assed… ha!) Sometimes, this philosophy works against me. Okay… A LOT of times it works against me. Continue reading →
Yes, I’m sure this difficult for all of you to believe… Hell, I had a hard time wrapping my head around it.
For most of my natural life, I operated under the belief that absolutely nothing could harm or hurt me… AS IF anything could even touch me. ”It’s all in your head’‘, I would tell myself. Even when I felt pain, I understood it as being a small, ephemeral, sacrifice to my goals and aspirations. I was am harder on myself than anyone.
Driven to a fault, I pushed myself — past the point of exhaustion and back again– and then pushed further. Limitless, I knew no bounds and continuously and mercilessly abused them.
One day, while eating a nice healthy serving of humble pie, I learned my limits. **chuckles** Wow... never thought I’d see the day I would actually admit to having any.