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The first photo post-breakup! Tiny Beaches, 2013

October 20th, 2002- I began the relationship that I always dreamed of. I was 19 years old and started dating "the hot musician" that everyone was into in high school. You know, the rough, sensitive, shy man-child that always had a guitar in hand in the hallway at school. We didn't actually attend the same school, but I met him through a mutual friend (actually, my best friend) when I decided to skip school one day and visit her.

August 6th, 2013- My eleven year relationship with this (still) man-child came to an abrupt end. I totally got dumped. Rejected. Dropped like it was hot. However you want to call it, that's what it was.

I was devastated. Mortified. Sad that he could take eleven years and throw it away, just like that. I couldn't even describe the emotions that I was feeling at that moment, as this was probably the single most traumatizing thing that ever happened to me during my privileged life. I'll admit it. Life wasn't hard for me growing up, but I worked my ass off for the things that I got.

And here I am. Thirty years old and alone. But is it a bad thing? As I've begun the healing process, I've come to realize a lot of things not only about myself, but about how fucked up the relationship was on the whole. 

If you've visited my blog before, you'll know that it used to be a style blog. I'd like to switch gears and re-establish it as a healing (and a venting) mechanism to share my new expertise and stories in recovering from lost love and being fabulously single. 

I guess we can call this Sex and the City 2.0...the new generation.