breakupnotes
breakupnotes:

A Note on Ladies’ Weekends
A few days after my relationship ended, two of my favorite lady friends sent me a care package filled with goodies to help me through those tender days post-breakup when you don’t want to leave your apartment and only want to wear sweatpants.  These ladies are the best.  Truly.
Last weekend, these ladies and I went on a sensible vacation to a place with palm trees (the best kind of place).  We laid by the pool, read Real Simple magazine, talked about our 401k contributions, and laughed a lot.  We also got frozen yogurt.  Twice.  
On our way back from dinner one night, my ex called me.  No, he FaceTimed me.  I didn’t answer (because WTF?) but texted him and said, “pocket dial” to which he replied, “My uncle wanted to talk to you.”  Um, ok.  You don’t FaceTime your ex-girlfriend so your uncle can talk to her, and she doesn’t answer your FaceTime because she is moving on with her life  and drinking margaritas.
I saw my therapist today, and she said, “I just have to say.  You look so much better.”  And, to be honest, I feel much better.  Dating has been kind of fun, I’ve been much more social, I had this super relaxing weekend, and everything feels okay.  This is good.  This is better.

breakupnotes:

A Note on Ladies’ Weekends

A few days after my relationship ended, two of my favorite lady friends sent me a care package filled with goodies to help me through those tender days post-breakup when you don’t want to leave your apartment and only want to wear sweatpants.  These ladies are the best.  Truly.

Last weekend, these ladies and I went on a sensible vacation to a place with palm trees (the best kind of place).  We laid by the pool, read Real Simple magazine, talked about our 401k contributions, and laughed a lot.  We also got frozen yogurt.  Twice.  

On our way back from dinner one night, my ex called me.  No, he FaceTimed me.  I didn’t answer (because WTF?) but texted him and said, “pocket dial” to which he replied, “My uncle wanted to talk to you.”  Um, ok.  You don’t FaceTime your ex-girlfriend so your uncle can talk to her, and she doesn’t answer your FaceTime because she is moving on with her life  and drinking margaritas.

I saw my therapist today, and she said, “I just have to say.  You look so much better.”  And, to be honest, I feel much better.  Dating has been kind of fun, I’ve been much more social, I had this super relaxing weekend, and everything feels okay.  This is good.  This is better.