5 Ways to Heal from a Relationship that Stole Your Soul
A toxic relationship can destroy your self-esteem, your self-confidence, and ultimately steal your soul. Here are 5 ways to heal after a bad breakup.
Tag Archives: loss
Understanding the Loss of Sexual Desire
Understanding The Loss of Sexual Desire written by Sarah McMurchie, Sex and Relationship Coach, first appeared on her website. Emily Nagoski is a badass Ph.D. who teaches human sexuality. She wrote a book – Come As You Are. Here’s a secret: the entire sexology community was eager to get their mitts on her book, it was very… Read More
A Valentine’s Day Dirge
Valentine’s Day sucks. Which may sound odd coming from someone who ceaselessly praises love and sex, but it is true. I am not a fan. My mother and father were married in a small Baptist Church on Valentine’s Day in 1959. They are no longer together. They are still technically married but my father now lives in a… Read More
How to Survive Rejection Without Losing Your Mind
You’ve been dating him for a few months now and things are going well. Or so you thought until one morning, out of the blue, you get a text message saying he doesn’t want to see you any more. When you call him, the only reason he gives is because he can’t see a future with… Read More
What I Learned From Almost Breaking Up
I had always thought it would take an apocalypse for my boyfriend to stop loving me. But here we were breaking up over something I never saw coming.
Making Your Second Marriage (or Relationship) Better than the First
Some folk leave their marriage or long-term relationship with elegance and grace. Some of us have catastrophic break ups that leave us cowering under the covers for months, if not years. When we move on to a new relationship, we bring with us a truck load of heavy baggage. And as our new relationship turns… Read More
How to Love a Broken-Hearted Woman
They say that being grown-up means you have survived at least three disasters and one apocalypse. Quite often, that apocalypse involves a broken heart. There are very few women venturing into love the second (or third or fourth…) time around who don’t have deep emotional scars. They are a paradox of strength and vulnerability. But they… Read More
Bruises You Can’t See
My momma told me that if my husband ever hit me, I should pack my bags, leave and never look back. I believed her — I was certain I would never let anyone physically hurt me. He never raised his hand and he never raised his voice. His words were delivered with quiet precision, like clenched fists in… Read More
Suicide • Why Nobody Loves Me Isn’t a Good Enough Reason to Kill Yourself
When I wrote 10 Things You Should Know Before You Kill Yourself, I spoke from the only perspective I know — my experience as the wife of a man who took his own life. A lot of people respond negatively to that post claiming their situation is different because they are alone and will be… Read More
Marked in Ink • a Search for Immortality
On my left wrist, scratched into my skin is a red heart with angel’s wings. I had it done on my 45th birthday at The Illustrated Man. It was the last birthday I spent with my late husband. His birthday present to me was a fountain fashioned from a vase and a bowl, cobbled together to… Read More
T is for Trauma • #atozchallenge
I read in a book once about the difference between a traumatic event and a terrible one. I’ve spent the last couple of hours trying to find the exact words, but to no avail. I thought it was in this book about a chaplain whose job it is to notify people of the death of… Read More
M is for Memorial • #atozchallenge
The 15th April, 2010 was a day not much different to today. The autumn sun had slipped lower in the sky, making the day cool enough for a jacket. As I was putting my mascara on in the bathroom, ahead of a normal day at work, the telephone rang. The man on the other end of… Read More
L is for Longevity • what if love doesn’t need to last forever?
Before I was married, I spent most of my time sampling a smorgasbord of lovers, without feeling any need to restrict my appetites to only one person. During those heady days of sexual freedom, there was always the thought in the back of my mind that I would one day ‘settle down’. I never questioned the expectation that… Read More