Breakups Are Like Cookies

Breakups Are Like Cookies.

Breaking up with anyone sucks. There is no fancy or fun way to say that, so there it is, unglamorous as it’ll ever be. Think about it, you have these amazing times with someone only to learn they’re no longer that person, they let you down, or hey, maybe you just grew apart from one another. Whatever the reason was, it happened and it needed to for you to become the person you’re meant to be. Yes, we truly stand behind that.

Breaking-up not braking-up is a funny way to think of a break up. You’re breaking things apart, not stopping them for a slight second to tap the brakes, you know? You are distancing yourself from that person and cutting them out of your life.

Here, let’s get a visual shall we? You have this fabulous and rather large cookie (duh we’re using food as an example) in both hands and you break it apart. Does it go right down the middle in a seamlessly even split? Absolutely no. It never breaks evenly. There’s always one larger side and one smaller. Some of us choose to keep the larger side for ourselves and others give the larger side to the person their sharing with. Quite telling if you think about it. Which do you usually do? Better yet, which do you do in a break up?

So now that you’re hungry and have a full visual of what we’re talking about in terms of carbs, think about yourself for a moment. Have you ever had that ground shaking can’t eat, can’t sleep, wowthatpersonbeyonddisappointedme break- up? We all have. Yes, even Beyoncé had boy problems at one time too, it’s true. If you have been through something like this would you have kept the larger side of the cookie for yourself? Boy, we sure hope so.

Chances are though that you haven’t done this if you’ve gone through a break up. Harsh? No, it’s just true because we’ve done it to. You gave that person who hurt you everything including your biggest most important asset – your heart. Then let that person disappoint you more when they didn’t want to put things back together. Yeah…you gave them that huge side of the cookie, the one that was less baked and had more chocolate chips. Why didn’t you keep the big half of the cookie (your heart) for yourself when this was going down? The answer is probably because you’re a kind and compassionate person.

You’re so kind in fact you might have concerned yourself with that other person more in the situation and forgotten about a little person called you. You need to be kind to you. You can come first in this situation, duh.

After reading countless emails about women receiving our You Don’t Need Him Anyway packages and dealing with various stages of ending relationships – we can say we do know a little bit about the subject. Hey, even we have gone through hell-ish break-ups E! would be impressed with. Our point is you need to start keeping the bigger half of the cookie when it comes to break-ups. You are your own best friend and your own worst enemy, so why make this hard. You Don’t Need Him Anyway, so throw yourself a party, eat a cookie, and move on without the loser.

Three Things

1. If you’re anything like us, your phone is constantly dying when you go out. Maybe you’ve even gone as far as to tote your charger around to bars with you? This adorable Mighty Purse clutch has changed all this with its ability to charge your phone right from the inside of the bag! Crazy right? It’s worth every penny.

2. You’ve heard of a rat’s nest, right? The one that lives atop select heads in the mornings? A real pain to comb through we must say. Believe it or knot, the Wet Brush is the solution to this rat’s nest post shower! Broken hairs and tangles be gone, we’re never looking back.

3.  What we’re reading you ask? How To Be A Party Girl by Pat Montandon. This book is an old school go-to on all the basics of well, yes, a party girl. Montadon, named the “Queen of California” and San Francisco socialite walks us through everything from how to host a party to how to dress and be a true party woman. We may or may not have snagged a few few edition copies. Don’t read? Use it as a coffee table book, duh.

 

Meet Your Soul Mate, You Know Her.

This weekend was a real eye-opener for me. I’m talking I maybe learned an entire years worth of things in 72 hours, people. Strange I know, but I’m someone who is a self-proclaimed non-crier. I can’t cry in most movies, I seldom ever cry over boys (in public or to friends, a huge no), and I most definitely don’t cry at weddings…or so I thought.

 

This past weekend I took to the massive traveling cesspool of germs I like to call American Airlines and flew across the country for one of my closest friend’s weddings. Of course I was beyond excited to see her, but I was equally giddy to connect with all my best girls from college again.

 

A small background for you, this couple getting married has only known each other for a fairly short amount of time in a world where people date for 8-10 years more often than not. They weren’t the “long-time couple” all through college that everyone just assumed would just get married. These two actually had vaguely known one another in High School, but decided to try their hand at dating our senior year of college. To say I know two people who are more in love would be a grave understatement. Of course, I’m lucky enough to be surrounded by amazing relationships, but there is something about these two people that just screams the whole can’t eat, can’t sleep, love…they’re truly inseparable. Now I’m not someone who really thinks too much about “soul mates” but again, if I had to pick out two, these would be them off the top of my head, yep.

 

The weekend was such a whirlwind between the champagne toast and belly laughs (no I was not drunk as a pre-cursor for this story) at the rehearsal dinner – I started feeling extremely nostalgic. There was so much talk about “being with the one you’re destined to be with” like there is at most weddings, but this seemed different to me. Of course there was the small thought of, “Is there someone for everyone?” and “Wait, do I have a soul mate?” and can I order one off Top Shop (kidding). But really, was there someone perfectly tailored for me? I thought on this while after the rehearsal dinner standing there and laughing with all of my closest friends in a tiny bar. Looking around at each of them, I thought to myself, these were the women who knew me inside and out, they had seen my very best, and my very worst down to the smallest of details. Even across the country, these were my best friends. Were these my soul mates? I say yes.

 

At 24, the youngest I’ll ever be again, I am right where I want and need to be. I don’t need a “soul mate” in the form of a significant other right now, I barely have time to brush the rat nest that lives on my head. My soul mates, where I am right now in life are all around me in the form of my closest friends. Yes of course, I did cry at the wedding out of happiness for my dear friend, but I cried too because I am so incredibly fortunate to have these friends surrounding me. Who are your soul mates/besties? Have you told them lately how much they mean to you and how glad you are to have them in your life? Get on that. You’re so lucky to have them. Might I suggest a Miss You Bitch (shameless plugs here).