Plastic surgery. Diet/erection/libido/anything pills. The Game/The Neg/any get-laid-quick scheme.
Marrying and divorcing as often as you trim your nails.
Paying for sex/intimacy/conversation/anything that humans are wired to do for free.
It all comes down to one thing.
There. You can save thousands in therapy bills now.
Are you ready to sit with pain in your heart and not a single assurance that you still have a relationship - without losing hope?
Are you willing to surrender every shred of your ego in the name of love?
Are you ready to hurt so bad, you wonder who you are, to feel so lost you cry every day, to show up broken and realize you're actually strong?
The answer is No.
No, I'm not one of those Independent Women who opens my own doors to a Beyonce soundtrack. I've always been a relationship girl: my goal in life to meet and marry my soulmate.
Instead, I had one turbulent failed relationship after another. I'm talking pan-throwing, wall-punching, labia-tearing (don't ask) turbulent.