My love life is… a mess.
I thought I’d have the husband and 2.5 kids by now, but here I am: 31, single as a Pringle with no prospects in sight. Anyone would feel a way about this… but strangely, this is the happiest I have ever been!
While I am no expert in relationships, my perpetual romantic blunders (alongside my training as a social worker and life coach) have made me an expert at breezing through breakups. Sure, the earlier ones were cry-fests punctuated with pints of ice cream, red wine, and plenty of “woes is me” blubbering. However, with each breakup I have gotten a little better at letting go, raising my standards, and loving myself to the point that the next lucky guy will have to love me just as much (if not a little more so).
So, this is why I am writing this blog: to help other lonely hearts suss out their own toxic relationship patterns so that they can change them and get clarity on who they are, what they want, and what they deserve in their relationships.
Forget a makeover. This is The Breakover.