Broken Hearts

To those in the aftermath of a divorce, To begin with I am not writing this letter as a way of venting a bitter grudge against my former partner. There have definitely been some tough times of late with the loss of my house and of course not wanting my children to see my current predicament. But I am determined to not dwell in a state of self pity and would actually say surprisingly that I am still happy! The first step that anyone must take when going through a divorce is to not let anger and emotions get in the way...couples don't generally come back from divorces so you should be prepared to accept it in order to get the best and most amicable split possible. After all you don't want to do any further damage to your situation and potentially affect how much access you get to your...
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In life all thing intertwine. That being said... I've been there. I'm the woman who has been through everything you could possibly think of. I've survived numerous sexual assaults, abuse, prostitution, depression, drugs, alcoholism, and I think myself the stronger for it. Being through what I have been has created an enormous amount of strength and compassion in me. My heart goes out to every person that I see in pain. I am proud of my heart. It's been beaten, ripped apart, and spat on, but it's still beating. There are women who have been through tremendous amounts of pain, such as myself, who go through the pain and fight back...who I immediately care for and want to support. You are not one of them. Because there are also people who haven't been through anything hard in life...
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An open letter to people who won’t let go, I consider myself a good friend and pride myself on being honest and offering unbiased advice that will hopefully have the best outcome for my friends. However over recent months I have found that several of my friends are going through elongated breakups whereby they aren’t willing to drop the remnants of their relationships (no matter how useless or past the point of recovery it is). The issue that arises with this is that it is very difficult as a friend to give the right advice when it is the last thing they want to here. My girlfriend and I have an honest relationship and I like the idea that we wouldn’t keep things from each other…although she likes this, she does note there are definite times where honesty is not the best policy!...
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You, Where do I even begin? I want to scream right now with all this pent up emotion. You broke my heart in the worst way possible, you lied to me with all your empty promises, you just are the worst person I will have ever encountered, and yet a part of me still loves you. From the start we were destined to last forever, we had eachother and that's all we ever needed. We had the world in our hands and our lives ahead of us. We promised eachother that we were it, we would never let go. We made it through a lot, and yet we still lost it all. We invested so much time and effort into eachother, for what? Nothing. A few years went by, still feeling like we were on top of the world. I purposed to you in the sweetest way possible, which was wasted. I wrote "will you marry me?" In the...
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An open letter to my over-friendly boss, I like my job…I like to think I worked hard to get it and also hard to maintain my position. The last thing I expected when I was entering the corporate world was to deal with an “overly friendly” boss who seems to be unaware of the boundaries between an employer and their employees. Of course I am familiar with how the likes of sexual harassment is portrayed in television and film but I always expected this to be somewhat exaggerated for entertainment. Little did I know that I would be experiencing it on a near daily basis. Without wanting to brag I am a fairly pretty woman in her mid-20s, I take pride in my appearance (especially at work) and don’t mind being complimented on it…when the time is right. But I must say I was quite...
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To my Ex, It has now been almost exactly 20 years since we first met. Young college students, happy, carefree, excited about life. We spent that first day together talking for hours and hours about everything and nothing at all. We instantly fell into a deep friendship. For years you were my best friend, closest confidant, love. We had our share of difficult times and your response to stressful situations frightened me a little. I can clearly remember the fear I felt the time you lost your first job and the neighbors called the police thinking one of us was beating the other. ….but overall times were good. We shared mutual interests, we did things together, we were both happy and life was great. We decided to have children. Got married. Bought a house. We were living the...
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I tried to be your friend. I tried to go back to a time when I only saw the good in you. I made excuses for your behavior. I made apologies for your mistakes. I believed you when you lied. I kept quiet while you screamed. I agreed with all you said. We talked every day of your problems, but never of mine. I walked on eggshells around you. You destroyed me. And when I asked you to just go ahead and hit me (because at least that kind of hurt heals), you said you weren't that kind of guy. No. You are the kind of guy that will let me live with what you did the rest of my life. Knowing no one can see the scars, so no one would believe it. Everyone thinks you're great. Generous to a fault. Life of the party. And I suppose to those who don't try to get closer and can take you or leave you...
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I don’t hate you. But there’s some stuff you need to know. The first time I heard your name was over wine and calamari at a little bar in New York City. I was on a first date with the man who would become my son’s father — your ex-boyfriend at the time — and we were going through all those first date details: Exes, favorite food; career goals. You never really came up after that. He took me on thoughtful dates. One I will always remember was a trip to the famous Books of Wonder in New York City. We milled around rows of children’s books, sat with our backs against the wall; had pie and coffee in the cafe. It was a whirlwind. He invited me to his work holiday party. We rode the subway to the Upper East Side, mingled with his coworkers at the intimate gathering — and drank a lot...
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