Love is the same thing over and over again but we all do it many times before we find "the one"
The first time I went out with Joshua, I thought he might be a bit too young and boyishly thrilled by the possibilities of his own future to focus seriously on a relationship with a woman. But I decided not to care. Joshua was a marvelous painter who had great passion for all things groovy and wild, and he harbored gorgeous fantasies about saving humanity through art. We debated politics and art, and stayed up until dawn to explore the contours of our magnificent souls. I was dizzy with inspiration and head over heels in love. When Joshua finally gave me the “not-looking-for-anything-serious” speech, I was too heartbroken to recognize one enormously significant fact about our relationship. I made the whole thing up. I’d known about Joshua for months before he asked me out. In his art, I’d seen brilliance. In his character, I’d sensed an intensity I
Last year, love for me was a series of spectacular hits that became grossly off-target misses. Every attempt I made at relationship was tossed into the crapper long before I even had a chance to lift the lid. Though it’s been swell to have an “active” romantic life, the yo-yo effect of gaining and losing love every couple of months began to take its toll. When the crush I’ve been nursing since this past February recently started to tank, it brought my mojo down with it. The first viable option I’d had in ages, this crush was the last straw. There was only one thing to do: play Stella and get my groove back.
Five years ago, one of my best friends got divorced. Her husband met another woman and left her and their two small boys. Heartbroken and alone, she and her kids moved in with my family while she tried to get her bearings. Oh, did I mention the jerk who left her was my brother? Until then, I had never seen divorce up close and personal. Most of the people I knew were in seemingly healthy marriages. When my sister-in-law moved in, I honestly imagined that home-cooked meals, some pretty new clothes, a bedroom makeover in feminine florals and oodles of babysitting would get her right back up on her feet. After all, "she'd be better off without him after what he did to her." She was smart, young and pretty. Why was she moping around? "Shake it off." I thought. "Get over it and move on."
Taylor Swift is on the cover of Seventeen discussing ex-boyfriend Joe Jonas, who dumped her for actress Camilla Belle via a 27-second phone call last year, and the scathing song on her latest album that takes him to task. "Writing songs about people is the only way I know how to do things," she says. "I can't wish I hadn't written a song about someone, because if I hadn't, that song wouldn't exist. I just don't find any joy in writing about things I haven't been through."
Ah, love stories. The drama! The butterflies! The humor and heartache! Here at YourTango, we can't get enough of love and relationships (uh, clearly), but it's not often that we share our own tales of love. While writing "Love In The Time Of Twitter" about SMITH magazine's new book Six-Word Memoirs On Love & Heartbreak By Writers Famous & Obscure, I asked the YT team to contribute six-word love and relationship memoirs of their own.
Breakups are like snowflakes: no two are exactly the same. So, too, are the songs that get us through them. Lucky for those in the throws of a breakup, 2008 brought us an array of tunes for the wounded heart. A "good divorce" might feel even better after a listen to Pink's empowered breakup anthem, "So What," written about her own split from husband Corey Hart. Wondering whether to stay or leave? Adele's "Chasing Pavements" sings to your conflicted heart. Finally, those moving out of mourning must have Beyonce's "Single Ladies" in the mix. Musical genius it might not be, but getting out, shaking your thing and reminding yourself why he wasn't worth it all while mimicking B's fierce dance moves can't lead a broken-heart-on-the-mend girl wrong.
Besides a lucky few who've never suffered a breakup, most of us know the boiling anger/sadness/frustration that boils up during and after a breakup. Out of this emotional volcano spews a molten mess of post-breakup correspondence most of us would rather forget we ever wrote. Thanks to two former New York City roommates, our attempts to clarify, expand upon or close the book after a split can now be forever recorded on their blog, Just Been Dumped. The founders go by Jules and Mer, and ask to remain anonymous to protect the identities of the friends and strangers who have submitted the material for public consumption. Whether recently dumped or not, the e-mails (and IM conversations) on the four-month old site are a voyeuristic and potentially cathartic treat.
This is the saddest story ever: a 27-year-old man threw acid on the face of Iranian woman Ameneh Bahrami, blinding both her eyes, after she refused repeated marriage proposals from him. According to CNN, her attacker, who is known only as "Majid," fell for Bahrami at college and his mother attempted several times to arrange a marriage between them. Bahrami refused and even lied to Majid, telling him she was already married. Despite her refusal, he stalked her at her workplace to harass her. She even reported him to police, but the cops said there was nothing they could do until he actually tried to hurt her. What, no restraining orders in Iranian law? Maybe if they existed, the horrific attack on Bahrami that followed would not have occurred: one day in 2004, Majid followed her home from work and threw a container of acid on her face. Passersby tried to wipe the acid off and took her to the hospital, but doctors were unable to save her eyeballs. She is now blind.
Escape #1: Cowboys Are My Weakness Who: Cowgirls at heart What: Mountain Sky Guest Ranch’s Wild West Women Adventure Where: Paradise Valley, Montana Why: Grab your Wranglers and ten gallon hat—and get ready for your own version of The Simple Life (hot cowboys included!). At the ranch, spend your days riding and hiking on 6,000+ acres of mountain land and bonding with other women.
My husband, James, is lying in bed, moping because his beloved Green Bay Packers just lost some football game. ?Frankly, I don't get it. Football is okay. I'm as happy as the next person to throw back a few beers and down greasy pizza on Sunday afternoon while watching men in tight pants run across a field. But the fact that James' mood revolves around weekly wins and losses? And that on any given Sunday for five months out of the year, his day can be made or ruined by a scoreboard? It boggles my mind.?? I don't understand why he's so upset. How can a game affect him so personally?? James stares at the ceiling and sighs. ??I'm about to remind him that he's not actually playing on the team he's so distraught over, but the lost puppy dog look he gives me makes me think better of it.??
American and Chinese researchers working together at a neural research facility in Georgia have discovered that flooding the brain of mice with a particular protein vital to learning and memory retention can selectively erase memory. While the mice are in the process of repeating an activity or encountering a toy they've already seen, simultaneously adding a burst of the protein leaves virtually no memory of the instance orobject. All without otherwise harming brain function.