I decided, amidst my vodka-induced meltdown,was going to check this new chick out.Alcohol and a broken heart have always served as a catalyst for my destructive decisions. She blissfully smiled in every picture and wore denim shorts and flat shoes.I began to question the qualities I had once appreciated about myself: the unrelenting drive, the feistiness, the fierce opinions and irrepressibly outspoken nature.Had my ex secretly pined for a girl who was merely sweet and casual and easy-going?
Under that logic, I've never gotten over anyone in my life.On the rare occasion I do post words on to social media outlets, it’s a wicked societal commentary, rich with sarcasm.Within minutes of taking in her slew of toothy selfies and college girl quotes, I drew some pretty drastic conclusions about a girl I had never met nor spoken to. She probably played soccer in high school and had a mom who baked. And it cut the surface of my skin with such a piercing intensity, its sting broke through to the core of my heart.Discomfort with an ex publicly pairing up again is also acknowledged in pop culture; after Marnie breaks up with Charlie on Girls, she obsesses over the other woman she sees in his Facebook photos."Most people don't want to feel expendable, rejected, or out of control," sex and relationships therapist Cathy Beaton tells Bustle.One time, I fell into the arms of love so quickly and so deeply, I couldn’t see my way out of it.