Sleeping through your alarm: There’s a split second just before that stabbing panic sets in and you start to hyperventilate.
When all else fails and the negative thoughts just won’t quit, get ready to play your favorite songs.
Do I need to hear that I look tired or that my outfit makes me look fat? Probably not. I mean, I can figure that out for myself, I’m a big girl. I don’t really need to have it broadcasted to me over breakfast.
How many marriages is it that end in divorce? A third? Half? More?
You keep making excuses for them. Stress. Unemployment. Problems with the ex, health issues, or financial woes. But here’s a newsflash for you: Your partner is simply an asshole. End of story.