This is not a breakup book about finding yourself. This is not a breakup book about saying thank you to the person who hurt you.
I came home, a dog with a ducked head crying, hugging my mom in the arrivals terminal of the airport, hoping that maybe her hug would fill the lover shaped hole in my body. It didn’t, but she tried.
“Through all the lies and the self destructive behavior, you realize you’re actually doing a drug. Habitual cheating is exactly like drug use. It benefits no one but you and your selfish needs. Then when you get off of it, you’re always one step away from relapse.”
Cheating on a diet is much different than the types of cheating I mentioned before. This is because the other types involve deceiving other people, while cheating on a diet is deceiving yourself.
“If you want a ‘bad boy,’ expect to be treated badly.”
Remember that admitting she’s been cheated on is ridiculously humiliating. Be gentle.
Even if it brought sorrow, you could imagine a life without me. You couldn’t do the same with her.
All it takes is one text message to the wrong person, for you to realize, you’re not the only girl. Here you go again, this vicious cycle of being comfortable came back to bite you in the a**.
Our refusal to hold men accountable for cheating seems like an offshoot of our tendency to admonish women for being sexual—to slut shame them for the very same behavior that earns men “player” status.
The absence of a reason has been eating at me relentlessly.