It was 7pm on a Thursday – I was paper thin and my face was lifeless (I resembled Mary-Kate in her very slender stage but I obviously was never that pale). My car was parked in the driveway, I sat slouched in the front seat with my perfectly polished paws groping my face to hide my tears. My parents were having a dinner party inside and the thought of fake smiling while eating hors d’oeuvres was just out of the question. This was my first breakup and I was holding the title of The Most Depressed Girl in the World. My heart was damaged beyond belief and my mind was in a place of shock, defeat and emptiness (just like my stomach – it was growling louder than your pet pooch). Post-breakup, my tears were so prominent that my glass of Santa Margarita turned into a rushing river (I was also VERY underage but the cops ain’t got nothing on me). Sleep was not a word in my vocabulary and the thought of reconciliation was the only thing on my mind. Let’s get it out of the way – just call me pathetic while I let you get away with it.
We’ve all been there; some of us more frequently than others (no offense, but if this is all too familiar to you, then maybe you should reevaluate). They say breaking up is the hardest thing to do, but with age, knowledge and maturity, I beg to differ. There is no doubt that break-ups are brutal, but in my opinion, being out of shape, out of breath and slothing up Runyon Canyon is a lot more difficult to overcome (me). I am here to tell you that although it feels as if you are being tortured in a Saw sequel… THIS TOO SHALL PASS.
How To Get Over Your Break-Up:
“I believe everything I go through in my life, whether it’s good or bad, is to shape me. I know God is working in my favor and working on me.” – ALw/oTT
If this didn’t help – call a therapist.
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