7+ years of my life in very graphic detail. Dating | sex | mental health | life blog. Frequently #NSFW 18+
List the People Who Have Broken up with You Well … we might be here a while. In case you’re wondering what I’m doing, I started a little ‘series’ of sorts when I came across a book of lists in Amsterdam. I started answering the questions/suggestions it was giving and here we are now – listing the people who have broken up with me. As I said, we might be here for some time … I remember my first real heartbreak – the first boy who ever broke my heart…
Read MoreSex. Can we just talk about that for a moment? Do you mind? Because I want to talk about it. It feels like I’m not having enough of it. Five minutes ago, Bear and I were happily shagging like rabbits, and now I almost need to remind myself that I should probably “put out” tonight. Why? Since meeting Bear, my libido has gone through the roof. I’ve been hornier, more confident, and definitely more sexually open than I’ve EVER been with anyone before. He makes me feel hot. Super hot.…
Read MoreIt’s been a while since I’ve been an overly jealous person. I know I have very jealous (translation: crazy) tendencies in me somewhere because they all came out while I was married. I think they also came out quite a lot when I dated Jock. His ex was a constant problem and I was always jealous of her power to keep him dangling. I don’t think I saw it as jealousy at the time, but after reading some of those posts again recently, I can very clearly see the big…
Read MoreYou know when you move in with someone and you find out all this weird stuff about them … Well, yeah, that. Let’s talk about that right now. Why? Because I vomited this morning and it seems like a really great place to start. Let’s go back to the beginning. “Babe, the kettle’s broke.” “Please tell me you’re kidding. Oh my god, I’m going to die. This is it, this is how it ends for me. Lack of morning tea. Bye Bear, I love you.” “Don’t be so dramatic, I…
Read MoreI’m at home right now. I’m at home surrounded by my own mess, desperately trying to pack and getting nowhere. My cat just keeps jumping in and out of the boxes and suitcases I’m trying to neatly arrange things in, and I just can’t seem to keep my mind on one thing and one thing only for very long. I don’t know where this wave of anxiety has come from. Before I put my key in my door, I had no reservations about moving in with Bear at all. Now…
Read MoreMoving in with someone, that’s a fucking massive step, isn’t it? But it’s a step I appear to be taking with Bear. It’s a step we’ve been talking about for a while, too long probably, and too early on in our relationship. But, six months in, we’ve finally made that decision: we’re moving in together. It makes total sense, really. I seem to be spending more and more time at Bear’s house. One rent payment each month would definitely be nicer than two. And the rest of the bills for…
Read MoreI need to have a rant, peeps. A real rant, not an irrational one this time. A real-life angry rant. A very rational and deserved one. Last night, Bear and I went to a friend’s house. I’ve spoken about her a few times, she’s my main GF. The big BFF. I’ve known her and her husband for five years, maybe even a bit longer than that, and from the beginning, I’ve known that her husband was a bit of a volatile character. I’ve never had any dealings with that side…
Read MoreI was so smug. And I was smug, wasn’t I? I had it all. My dream career. A life I love. It’s not always easy, don’t get me wrong, but it was getting there. I was making it. I hadn’t made it, but I was getting to where I wanted to be. Work and life, in general, going brilliantly, my love life was also going pretty well. I’d found a man. One who I’d fallen head over heels in love with. One who’d ticked every box as far as I…
Read MoreI hadn’t thought about him. Brown Eyes. He hadn’t even entered my mind. I was living my life, getting on with it, pretending he didn’t even exist. Because he doesn’t anymore. Does he? He went away, just like I asked, and he kept away too. I haven’t heard from him since the three early morning emails that I ignored. Done. Finished. Over. End of chapter. Ha. As if. It’s not him though. This time it’s me. In fact, it’s not even me. I’m blaming Bear for this one. He’s a…
Read MoreDo you want to know what’s even more heartbreaking than a breakup? A breakup from your best friend, that’s what. Let me tell you something: that man has broken my heart more than any guy I’ve ever dated. Damn that Bestie. What’s been going on? Well, a fuck load of nothing, that’s what. We don’t talk anymore. We don’t hang out anymore. He comes home from work, feeds the cats, gets dressed and goes right back out again most nights. Some nights he doesn’t come home at all. My position…
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