So, I play in a band. It's a really underground band. Super underground. Very underground. Like, we don't even actually play.

It is in that moment, when you really lay down your cards and see the relationship for what it was, that you'll find the freedom to kick it in the ass and let it go.

Drinking, eating, shopping, revenge, rebound sex, drugs or whatever your poison may be will number the pain - but that's all.

Be yourself. If something you do doesn't work, don't do it the next time. Listen to yourself - you know what appropriate behavior is.

We (men) would rather lose an arm out a city bus window than tell you simply, “You’re not the one.” We are quite sure you will kill us or yourself or both—or even worse, cry and yell at us.

Try not to be four years into a relationship when it suddenly dawns on you that the guy you're with is a big, selfish jerk.

Why should you feel honored for getting scraps of his time?