Hmm, sorry it’s been a while – life kinda got me off track for a while!
After running into a neighbour / friend who was smoking her face off yesterday (on the way to pick up kids) I thought I’d have some insight (?) into why the hell when things go “wrong” we go on the attack? Usually on ourselves.
This lovely woman has changed her life, she broke up with husband a while ago, then moved with kids to a new suburb, made all new friends, starting kick-boxing, lost about 40kg and met a man and fell in love. Unfortunately relationship did not pan out – my poor lovely neighbour sits on her verandah drinking and smoking all day! She’s stopped exercising, stopped smiling, stopped living! And started walking down the path of many regrets! She wasn’t a smoker by the way. Misery loves company, one’s called booze and the other’s name is cigarettes.
We’ve all been there right? As women (and this goes for every chick I know) we need the face-to-face closure. I need the bastard to look me in the eye and tell me he doesn’t love me anymore. Then I need to know why? Then I usually punch something (possibly him, in the face….) then I get crazy, go on a rampage, look hot, party and have revenge sex with someone (usually WAY younger) and then come back to earth ready to go back into the (dating) battle.
But that was quite a few years ago! What do you do if you break up and you’re in your 40’s? You can’t party like a maniac and have revenge sex..can you? Well I know they do on TV but that’s not for reals….right? I guess that’s where the drinking by yourself on your verandah kicks in…boo, hiss! I told my neighbour I would be dragging her out for a walk soon – she looked at me like I was a disease…best wait for another week then….
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