“Breakups are easy,” said no one, ever. If they were, I don’t suppose you would have clicked on this post for a shot of rejuvenation from failed relationships, or at least see how I got closure with the help of a book about tidying. I wasn’t searching for an answer — it magically presented itself to me.
Breakups can be one-sided or mutual. Messy and brutal. Bitter or regretful. They can be a combination of things, leaving people feeling a little less whole after giving fragments of themselves away.
I have been on both sides of the heartbreak spectrum, and while they are awful in their own ways, I’d rather be on the receiving end than to be the one ripping a collaborated love story to shreds.
Getting dumped can feel like being swept up in the sudden impact of a tsunami, where you lose control of yourself, questioning your existence and everything you had, stuck alone with the aftermath of your worst nightmare. But as the storm clouds of bad dreams wisp away over time, you recover — learn that pain is temporary — and you live on stronger and wiser. It was yesterday.
Breaking up with someone, on the other hand, you can move on, swiftly with one foot in front…
