I don’t know about you, but every breakup I’ve ever experienced has been downright agonizing.
I remember after one particularly hard breakup freshman year of college, my ex — who was a year ahead of me– decided two and a half years later to cleanse his soul the semester before he graduated … throwing me for a complete loop and giving me false hope that maybe we’d reconnect. We did not … it was awful, and I drowned my sorrows in a bottle of Malibu.
Fortunately, I met my now-husband the following fall … but to this day, I have not been able to drink Malibu since. Which is probably a good thing. Continue reading “Me & Gym … we’ve been on a break … <>”