Things I Can Do Without: Video Chat

I hate video chatting.  I have never had an issue with video chatting with female friends. Guys on the other hand… I hate it so much.  I’ve stayed in touch with Pretty Boy.  We were friends before we dated and we have mutual friends so in some capacity we’ll always be forced to interact a little. I would prefer those interactions aren’t awkward.

Our whole attempt at dating didn’t work and that feeling was mutual.  We are both happy with where we stand.  (I say this all, knowing full well he would still like to have sex with me in a casual capacity and he knows I won’t do it so he brings it up every time we talk. It is this little game we play.) We speak once every two months or so.  Since my move, he’s moved to the east coast and occasionally we check in with each other.

Since my birthday, we’ve talked every day.  He’s lonely and not having anyone I am interested in actively pursuing me has made his attention all that more appealing.  We aren’t going to see each other but having a gorgeous 27 year old man tell me how desirable and beautiful I am makes me happy.

vc1He constantly trying to get me to Skype with him and more recently to download Tango (An app that allows you to video chat from your phone) so we can video chat.  What he actually wants is to watch me get flustered when he shameless flirts with me.  He thinks it is cute and watching me get embarrassed amuses him.

Side Note: PB is insanely hot.  He is as my son once observed, “The hottest guy I’ve ever dated.”  I would be lying if I said I didn’t still think about him naked.

I have always made up some excuse why I wasn’t available to video chat with him. I just don’t want to do it.  I don’t want him to think we are going to have some mutual masturbation session or whatever else might be going on in his head.  I would find that frustrating.  I find phone sex frustrating.  I masturbate alone.  I have sex with a partner. Any alternative is annoying to me.

That is just my anxiety talking.  I wouldn’t like it and don’t want to do it but the real reason I avoid it is because I feel like I look like shit on camera (I love pictures.  I photograph well; video is a whole other animal.)

vcSo anyway… Yesterday, after days of pestering me to do it, I downloaded Tango.  Within minutes my phone was ringing and there was PB lying on his bed, head propped up on his arm, smiling at me all seductively. He looked adorable and yummy.  I, on the other hand, was fresh off a run, no make-up, wearing workout clothes, looked about as great as I felt which was the polar opposite of adorable and yummy.

While I was asking him how work was and he was responding suggestively (“Long and hard.”), I just stared at the little video of me  on the lower left hand side of the screen, mortified by my own reflection.  After a minute or two I thought I was going to drive myself crazy just staring at that image.  Then the app froze up and I hung up the phone.  I text him and told him to just call me.

“But you’re so sexy.”  He replied.

“And you are obviously drunk.” I typed just before my phone started ringing.

I know I am attractive and I love looking at myself but for some reason video chat just isn’t my medium. The angles are all unflattering and I am just too neurotic to ignore it.  So I hate video chatting. Video doesn’t do me justice.  I am just better in person.vc 3

 

 

Sexting for Dummies: Recap

Okay class; let’s recap what we’ve learned so far.

Lesson Summaries

  • Don’t send naked pictures of yourself to anyone who seems to struggle with technology.  It’s like laughing in the face of fate yelling, “I dare you to post pictures of my naked self on the internet.” It may have been an accident that your boobs/dick/vag/ass wound up on Facebook but now they’re there and not everyone has an understanding ex who’ll take them down, restoring peace and serenity to the world of cybersex.
  • sl 3Don’t, no matter how hot you know you are, send identifiable pictures of yourself to anyone unless you are trying to make some money.  If you think your body is that amazing and don’t give a shit who sees it, you should be making some money off of your hotness.
  • Don’t keep naked pictures of yourself on your phone.  Take a picture, send it then delete it. It isn’t that difficult to take more. Keeping a stash of nudie pics of yourself on your phone makes you seem conceited, kind of slutty (that goes for men and women) and/or lazy.
  • Personal pet peeve: Put your dirty pictures in a folder that is easily accessible to you but not interspersed with pictures of your children.  That is just gross and weird and GROSS!

sl 33Now that we’ve got the common sense portion of the class out of the way, I want to share a little bit of insight. I’ve learned some things not necessarily related to the dangers of sexting. Here’s what I’ve learned from gaining access to a guy’s cell phone pictures.

What I’ve learned from this Experience

  1. You know how a man will tell you your body is amazing and he doesn’t care what it looks like… Based on what I saw, that is absolutely 100% true.  A naked woman is a naked woman.  Men truly don’t give a shit.  If they are attracted to you or want to sleep with you then how you feel about your body is moot. They want it.
  2. Getting pissed off or insulted because you know you are hotter than the chick your ex is dating now is a waste of time. Why?  Refer to the above lesson.
  3. Think twice before sending a picture of yourself to someone you aren’t in a relationship with and even then think about what that person is capable of. I know a girl who’s ex-boyfriend (and father of her children) posted craigslist ads in casual encounters, using her number and naked pictures of her, after they broke up. Fucking twat!

I don’t think there is anything wrong with sending pictures to your partner.  It is fun sl.jpgand sexy but shit happens and that shit is in the virtual world forever.  With apps like Dropbox and cellphone providers constantly backing up your media as part of your regular service those pictures are somewhere in the virtual world forever.

Just be careful and conscious of what can happen because it may just be an accident but odds are the intended recipient of that picture isn’t the only one who’ll see it. You have got to protect you!

Sexting for Dummies: Organization is Key

“I guess maybe this is just me. I am really organized. Why can’t you put that shit in a folder?  I don’t want to pour through fifty pictures of my kids to find a picture of a vagina.”

It struck me as odd, while I was helping a “friend” who had accidentally posted very private pictures stored on his phone to a social networking site, that all of his photos were all in the same place.  I found myself mumbling things like, “Kiddo, kiddo, org 3.psdorangutan tits” as I searched for the dirty pictures that were intermixed with a thousand family pictures.  I had to really inspect tiny thumbnail photos, open each one and confirm that I was looking at what I thought I was looking at.

If I had collection of dirty pictures on my phone and I just couldn’t bear to part with them for whatever reason; if I hadn’t yet inadvertently posted all of those photos on the internet, I would probably want to keep them in a folder.  I would want to put them in a specific place so I could go right to the pictures I was looking for and do whatever it was I was planning to do.  I wouldn’t want to have to scan through a bunch of family photos to find a naked picture of myself or anyone else.

org 35.psdIt seems like looking at bunch of pictures of my children and family right before I rubbed one out or attempted to engage another person via cellphone would kinda’ be a mood killer. The whole setup seems counterproductive.  Having pictures of my son next to pictures of other men’s penises is just… It grosses me the fuck out.  It just grosses me out. The idea of it has left me with an “I smell poop” face as I am writing this.

I am fully aware that I am neurotic and a little OCD when it comes to organization but it isn’t that hard to create a folder and save your “me time” pictures somewhere where pictures of your mom and kids aren’t.  (Oedipus… yuck, yuck, yuck!)

So…

org 4Rules of Cell Porn Organization

  1. Create a folder for all your porn. If you don’t know how, follow the instructions. Android, Windows, iOS
  2. Give the folder a name that would discourage snooping, something like… “Meat Packing Plant Tour.”
  3. If at all possible (and apparently it isn’t always possible) delete the fucking pictures when you are done with them.  You don’t need a naked picture of every person you’ve ever dated.  That is just sad and seems a little clingy if you ask me.

The rules are simple. If you just can’t seem to get rid of the photos at least try to make them easier to access and hid put them someplace where your vanilla pictures aren’t.  It is really unsettling to scan through pictures of kids and come across a picture of a butthole. (Not an ass just the orifice. It was a weird. )

Game time: What would you title a folder of dirty pictures that you think would detour people from looking in it?

Sexting for Dummies: You’re So Vain

“If you would have told me a year ago, that I’d ever get seek of seeing that man’s penis, I would have laughed at you. It turns out I saw his cock waaaay too many times today. There were so many pictures of it.  Why were their so many?”

We’ve already covered why sending pictures to the technically challenged is a bad idea.  We’ve discussed why you shouldn’t give a face to your dick/boobs/vagina/ass on the interwebs.

vain2Today’s lesson is just as simple and demonstrates the same colossal lack of common sense as your two prior lessons.  Don’t keep naked pictures of yourself on your phone.  Even if you did manage to keep your face out of the picture (and in the instance I am referencing that wasn’t the case), why would you have roughly twenty photos of yourself naked on your phone.  (The strip tease was really effective, by the way).   It isn’t that difficult to take off your shirt/blouse and/or drop your pants and snap a picture is it? It isn’t necessary to keep a catalog of nudie pics of yourself on your phone unless that’s all you do all day long.

vain4If all you do is send naked pictures of yourself to people then maybe you should have stock pile.  Just put them in a folder and name it my colonoscopy, that way no one will decide that’s the folder they want to snoop through when someone gets their hands on your cellphone.

Aside from trying to secure your career as professional escort/gigolo there is no reason you should ever keep naked pictures of yourself on your phone.  If someone else sees them they will assume you are

A.) Constantly sending out pictures of your junk

or…

B.) Obsessed with yourself or at least certain parts of your anatomy.

vain1(And this is coming from a woman who is completely obsessed with herself.) Either would be entirely unbecoming.  You don’t need to keep naked pictures of yourself and I personally wouldn’t want to.  I would just keep looking at them being all judgey and hypercritical of myself and I work out constantly.  Just t ake the picture, send it and delete it.  Your face shouldn’t be in it so it isn’t like it is a really good or bad picture; it’s just a picture of your dick/boobs/va-jay-jay.

25 Things about Me: This is 40 Edition

In honor of my 40th birthday, which is today,  I decided to do an updated “Things about Me” post (ever evolving and growing as I am). So… I would like to briefly interrupt my continued posts, Sexting for Dummies (It’ll be back Monday) and share where my head is on this, my milestone birthday.Invite Cover

  1. I am completely cool and comfortable with the fact that I am now 40.
  2. My son assured me I wouldn’t be old until I was 45.
  3. My ex told me I wouldn’t be old until I was 50.
  4. I have always felt like I was 24.
  5. I rather be told I am funny or smart than I am pretty.  (I love being told I am pretty too, though).
  6. I still like younger men.
  7. I want a dog.
  8. Do 120+ crunches every day.
  9. I run three miles and walk at least three.
  10. I try to do yoga every day.
  11. I’ve started eating meat occasionally.
  12. If I stay here I may be single forever.
  13. I haven’t had sex in 10 months.
  14. I really miss Portland.
  15. I am looking for my own place.  A real place.
  16. I love my job but I need more hours.
  17. I would really like to start dating again but I haven’t met one viable candidate.
  18. I had pregnancy scare last September.
  19. I have no desire to have another child.
  20. A 73 year old patron at my work has a crush on me.
  21. That grosses me out.
  22. I’ve decided I really don’t like the last two guys I dated.
  23. I love making people laugh.
  24. I need a vacation.
  25. I haven’t peaked yet.

Bonus Fact!!!! I have guest post up over at Black Box Warnings today! You should go check it out, too.

Sexting for Dummies: I’ve Seen Your Tits

neck down 1“Who does that?” I asked my friend, Cheryl.  “Who sends naked pictures of themselves, face and all to someone via text? Shit happens! Someone else could see those pictures. Shit! I saw those pictures and aside from wishing I could bleach my eyes, I write about the ins and outs dating for a living. This whole ordeal isn’t going to stop here.  There is just way too much to say about it. I have material for a month but… it is just common fucking sense, right?”  Cheryl was driving and laughing so hard that I was certain she was going to crash the car she was driving. I chuckled and she just shrugged.  “You could have refused to help him,” she responded. “Nah, I had to help.  I wouldn’t want that to happen to anyone.” I finally said.

As most of you know, I recently gained access to all of the photos on a single, actively dating guy’s cell phone.  I didn’t ask to see the pictures on his phone.  A guy I used to date, used to want to live with, had unintentionally uploaded every picture from his cellphone to his Facebook account and couldn’t figure out how to erase them.  So he employed my help doing the later.

If you accidently upload all the pictures of every woman you’ve fucked or tried to fuck, wouldn’t you call the woman whose heart you broke, your relationship, dating and sex writer, former love interest to take off the pictures?  I wouldn’t either but that’s what happened.  I dare say my former partner doesn’t have many friends who could have figured out how to get rid of those pictures or wouldn’t have had more to say to him than, “Delete those pictures off your phone dummy,” when all was said and done.

neck down 3So one beautiful sunny day at the library, I found myself perusing through way too many pictures of naked women who had sent pictures to a technically challenged, simple man who had unintentionally uploaded all of their pictures to a social network and called the only girl he knew with a fan base to remedy the situation.  Did he mean any harm? Of course not! He was upset and a little terrified that these women might see each other in the twenty minutes it took me to delete them.  But shit happens!  For a brief period of time those private pictures weren’t private.

It doesn’t seem like such a big deal really.  I’ve sent naughty pictures to a guy or two.  I don’t do it often and never outside a relationship but I have done it.  I’ve never really been worried about it.

Now you may be wondering why I didn’t worry about it and why implying these women in these photos should have been worried about it. It is pretty fucking simple I wouldn’t send a picture in which I could be easily identified by anyone else who might see the picture.

Today’s Sexting for Dummies Lesson…

neck down 2If you are going to send naked photos of yourself to someone virtually don’t take pictures that include your face! For Fuck’s Sake!  That seems like it should be common sense.  Odds are the dude you sent the picture to is going to say, “Look at this chick’s awesome rack to a friend and show it to a friend/his brother/the dude he just did a shot next to at the bar and everyone knows exactly whose tits they are because your fucking face is in the picture.  I now have a fantasy about visiting my ex, just so, on the off chance I might get to meet any of you (60% of those photos were full body pictures of about ten different women) I can say, “Nice to meet you blah, blah. I’ve seen your tits and your vag.”

neck downUnless you are getting paid for nude pictures of yourself (and I would have gladly paid most of the women I saw naked to keep their clothes on) don’t include your face in the picture.  Odds are the dude you sent it to couldn’t care less about whose face was attached to that body.  You also get the added bonus of not being recognized or talked about by everyone who ever saw those pictures.

In short, I have no issues with sending dirty pictures.  It can be fun and build up tension when you aren’t near each other.  Just don’t include your face.  Because you included your face in that picture, I know I saw YOU naked and it was pretty gross.  I really want to bleach my eyes… that shit would hurt.

Sexting for Dummies: If You Send a Dumbass a Picture…

One beautiful afternoon I stood in the library where I work staring at the large stack of books I had to shelve, trying to determine how many of them I could efficiently carry without dropping them. I had let the pile build up and it was definitely going to take a while to get them all put back on the shelves where they belonged.  I had just finished sorting them by section before scooping up as many as I could.  As I struggled to maintain control of the books I was now cradling in my arms my cell phone rang in my pocket.

“Well shit!” I growled.  My phone seldom rings these days and I was sure it was my friend Jan.  She’d been having one of those days where everything that could go wrong did. She’d been feeling pretty sensitive about the whole ordeal and I felt bad because I could relate.  I’d had string of bad days too. I struggled to set down the stack of books I had just managed to balance safely in my arms.  I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw that it wasn’t Jan. It was the last guy I dated seriously.  We don’t speak very often.  He normally only calls when he needs me to troubleshoot a problem for him or he is shit-faced at three in the morning (those calls I don’t answer). Given the fact that he was calling in the middle of the day I assumed it was the former and I was a little irked that I had stopped what I was doing to check my phone.

Me: Hello?

Him: Hi. Are you at home?

Me: Nope. I’m at work.

Him: Fuck!!!! Fuck!

Me: Why? What’s up?

Him: All the pictures on my phone uploaded to my Facebook page.  I was trying to post two pictures of my boys on my page and it uploaded all of them.  I can’t get them off.

sext1I know he has some porn pictures on his phone.  He always does.  He uses them when he needs a release. He doesn’t use the computer because he has kids and one click on the history button and his midgets would get an education they didn’t need.  I smiled a little because I found his predicament wildly amusing.

Him: I can’t get them off.  I don’t know how to delete them and I don’t want anyone (whoever he was sleeping with) to see them.

Me: How’d you manage to do that?

Him: My phone just did it and I can’t get them off.  Can you get on a computer and delete them?

Me: I‘m at work at a public fucking library. You want me to get on a computer and delete your porn?  I can’t do that at work.

Him: Fuck! I don’t want [my baby momma] to see them.  I don’t want her to be pissed at me.

While trying to suppress my laughter, I was frantically trying to figure out a way I could help him.  Sure he was an insensitive idiot but it wasn’t a situation I would enjoy being in. Sometimes we perverts have to stick together. All my young patrons had just got out of school and there was no way I could just hop onto Facebook and get rid of the pictures. I didn’t have to help him but I also didn’t want this to affect his relationship with his family.  It was just more good karma for me.

Me: What’s your password? I’ll try and do it from my phone.

Him: Thank you, Teri! Thank you!

Me: Uh huh…

He gave me his password. I shelved the heaping pile of books I set down moments earlier then returned to my desk and logged in to his account.  I was not prepared for what I found.  I went into his pictures and found the stuff he had uploaded.  I won’t go into detail just yet because I intend to write a series of educational posts based on what I saw.  Clearly people need to be educated. My best summation is that 90% percent of the nude pictures on his phone weren’t pictures he found on porn sites.  They were pictures meant just for him. There were over a hundred of them and I had to delete them one by one.  It took me way more time than I had any desire to spend on it.

sexting-on-iphone-with-bgAlthough I was amused by the whole thing I cringed each time I had to expand a picture to delete it.  “Good karma, Teri.” I reminded myself. Every minute or so he’d text me and ask if I’d done it.  I just ignored him until I was finished.  I was sufficiently grossed out by the whole experience but it sure put some things in perspective.  I may have been feeling bad but at least I didn’t post a ton of pictures of naked women on my Facebook page.  At least I didn’t have to rely on the kindness of my former partner to take them down because she is the only person who would do it.

When I finally finished deleting roughly one hundred and sixty pictures, I text him and said, “Delete those pictures off your phone, dummy.”  I haven’t heard from him since.  I promptly called my friend Jan and made her feel a whole lot better about her day.

Note to Mark Zuckerberg: You should really work on developing a tool that allows you to delete multiple photos on Facebook from your phone. I can do it on Instagram… Facebook should get with program.

Daily Funny…

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No, Your Internet Boyfriend is not Your Boyfriend

fightI was sitting with a friend the other day while she was watching one of those horrible train wreck talk shows.  One of the “You are not the father!” variety.  I, personally, would rather set my face on fire than watch folks from the shallow end of the gene pool discuss their very private (and humiliating) problems publically. This of course will likely be the sole highlight of their lives and that I find exceedingly sad and pathetic but different strokes for different folks.  I was stuck watching a group of woman discussing prison dating sites and how wonderfully in love they were with the men they had met. They were all waiting or praying for the day when their thief/rapist/murder true love would be released from prison so they could be together at long last.

let meAs colossally stupid and naïve as I found these women it got me thinking about internet relationships in general.  It got me thinking about the men in the blogosphere who try to con women into committing to someone they have never met.  It got me thinking about “catfish.”  I am cynical about online dating anyway.  Although I am a pretty optimistic woman I don’t trust anyone who would try to woo a woman (or man) into an online relationship.  Dating via the internet is a strange enough idea to me but having an online boyfriend/girlfriend is just about the dumbest fucking thing I could ever fathom.

catfishI understand that online relationships are a great way for the socially awkward, devious and incredulous to exploit one another’s loneliness. It can be a pretty lucrative racket if you could look yourself in the mirror whilst being a complete douchebag.

The thing that gets me about it is that people will openly discuss these situations like they are real relationships.  If you meet someone online, someone you may never meet in real life and will never move forward with, you are not in a relationship.  This person is not your significant other.  Odds are they have about five hundred other “relationships” going at the same time.  Odds are they have a real life and a real boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife and are preying on your naiveté.  These situations are perfect opportunities for deceit.

I know women who have online relationships and discuss them as though they have a real boyfriend and an honest to goodness relationship with said individual.  Listening to these stories is embarrassing to me so I don’t understand how someone could convince themselves that this is totally real.

boyfriend-arm-pillowWhat it all boils down to is poor self-esteem and undervaluing what you deserve.  If this scenario were a real relationship them you would be together. No amount of self-delusion could justify the situation you are in. people who love each other and want to be together find a way to do so.  You are in no way shape or form in a relationship.  You are talking to someone online who has a use for you.  It may be ego. It may be financial. But it isn’t a relationship.

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The Narcissist’s Blogiversary Contest!

HappyBlogiversaryIn honor of my second blogiversary I am giving you the opportunity to win another amazing t-shirt from Lonely Dinosaur, a local Portland t-shirt company that I absolutely love and an additional opportunity to win a bitchin’ pair of socks from Sock It to Me, another Portland company I adore. The individual designs of the prizes will be of my choosing and I promise you will absolutely love!

How do you win these awesome prizes you might ask?

How do I get the Narcissist to buy me a present?

For the T-shirt

This contest will be all about showing your favorite Narcissist some love and helping spread the word of my awesomeness in the process. All you have to do is create a meme that you feel sums up my blog and/or what you love about the Narcissist. You’ll simply use one of the provided graphics to create a meme that exemplifies my awesomeness!

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It is just that easy breezy. Caption one of the provided photos along with my blog’s web address. If you would like to use a meme generator you can find a fairly hassle free one here.

For the Socks

Help me promote this contest. You can promote it wherever you like… on facebook or twitter… wherever. All you need to do is send me a link showing you have tried to help spread the word about my awesome blog and this equally awesome contest and I will choose a winner.
I am super excited to have this opportunity to celebrate this milestone with you. So have fun with it. Get ready to kick some ass and celebrate this amazing milestone with me.

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  4. The contest will take place from 4/15/2013 to 4/30/2013.
  5. Winners will be announced the first week of May.
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One Woman’s Theory

In a recent post I discussed dealing with your partners’ exes.  Although I don’t advocate engaging women who have issue with you just because you have a bed mate in common it did cause me to ponder why some women have such a hard time with their exes moving on.

buI can’t say that I have dealt with every breakup I have ever had very well.  I have to, varying degrees, suffered through some pretty painful splits.  The most painful are always the ones you didn’t see coming.  Like most people, when the decision to end a relationship rests in the hands of someone else I typically have a harder time dealing with it.  Those breakups are always the most painful.  The few months that follow tend to be pretty difficult.

bu1I have never, as an adult, never attacked the women who filled the vacancy my absence left in an exes’ life.  I have been hurt and sometimes lashed out against my former partner.  Typically this has more to do with my ego and personal disappointment than any real pain my former partner’s new relationship has caused me.  If I haven’t resolved my feelings I can be an asshole.  I try not to be but sometimes my emotions get the better of me.

What I have never done,(okay maybe I did once but that is for another post) is intentionally engage or antagonize anyone currently involved in any ex-lovers’ life.  Even if it did hurt me or I was curious I refuse to let anyone who isn’t relevant to my present or future, make me sweat (or show my ass).   Dwelling on any pain or anxiety you may feel is just counter-productive to actually moving forward.  I have never seen the benefit of prolonging my misery.

bu2That being said, I can understand how someone who has unresolved questions or feelings about relationship that didn’t end as a result of mutual agreement could want to lash out.  Those feelings of anger or hurt may seem to be more effective when directed at an ex’s new partner.  They may be more vulnerable to manipulation. Your partner clearly doesn’t care.  They ended the relationship, they have a wall up.  They may be perceived as immune to your pain or attempts to cause them misery.  They don’t care but that doesn’t mean you can’t hurt them or make things more difficult by attacking and potentially driving away someone else in their life.

bu3Although these irrational attacks on “the other woman” may seem to be born of pure jealousy maybe sometimes they are just a more desperate attempt to hurt their ex-lover by making their new relationship more difficult.  They are attempting to manipulate someone who may not be impervious to their attacks.  It is still stupid.  It is still ineffective to attack someone who has nothing to do with why you are unhappy and suffering. That seems like it may be the real reason many exes misdirect their unhappiness.

It is better to just work through the pain you are feeling so you can move forward.  It is difficult to understand why so many people in failed relationships fight so hard to hold on to their misery.  If someone doesn’t want to be in a relationship with you they are doing you a favor.  They knew something wasn’t right and they freed you to find something that was right.  If you take the time to see that, you can move forward with an understanding that you have an opportunity to find something better.  Be thankful they realized something you hadn’t or weren’t willing to acknowledge.

It is normal to feel the pain associated with having a void in your life.  Rather than focusing on that emptiness be grateful you were given an opportunity to find someone more suited to fill it.

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