I never thought I was good at giving advice. I started this blog years ago to simply share stories. My stories, your stories, her stories, and his. Along the way, I was able to help people. Help people laugh and cry, but most of all, help people know they were not alone in both their tragedies and triumphs. Although I had “relations” with men during the nearly 8 years I’ve had this blog, I was single for most of. And during those single years, I created some of my best work.

I’ve always thought the best way to get in shape is to get your heartbroken. Either you’re too sad to eat and so desperate to keep yourself busy that the gym suddenly becomes an option, or you just want to look good in the event you run into your ex’s new whorebag girlfriend, or even better/worse your ex. That’s why I started running and doing yoga, but I kept running and doing yoga because I genuinely loved it. Thus, you should always do things for yourself. Not for the appr

A friend of mine sent me this YouTube clip of the ever so beautiful Chandler Parsons on Chelsea Lately. It was in this moment that I decided to reach into the deepest depths of my inner ho, and be a Chandler Parsons groupie. Seeing as I don’t know how to speak to handsome members of the opposite sex – what more flirt with them, I knew this would be my biggest feat yet. Thus, I employed the help of a professional and texted my friend: “How does one go about banging Chandler Pa

In case you missed it the first time, check out this past weeks posts below! And don’t forget to follow GATNB on Instagram here and Facebook here! Last Everything. Then you get to a certain age, and realize that someone will have always been there before you. You may not even be someone’s first wife or husband at this point. But it’s also at this point where you realize that his firsts are irrelevant. When you’re older, it’s all about “lasts”. Trust Your Struggle. I experien

So I’m currently reading this book called Blink by Malcom Gladwell (good looking out Mike!). While I’m not entirely convinced, I did come to the realization that most – if not all of my life changing decisions were snap decisions. Choices I made when I felt as if … I had no choice. I remember all the times I planned on quitting my last job. I planned, and planned, and planned until weeks turned into months, and months turned into seven years of being stagnant and unhappy. The

Once upon a Christmas I gave my on, sometimes off, usually on, but off again boyfriend a navigation system for his car. I pre-ordered it but the shipment date was after the 25th, so instead, I printed out a picture of it, stuck it inside a card, and wrote: “Because love always finds its way back home,”on the envelope. Wouldn’t it be nice if they made a GPS for our heart? Something we could wear, or attach to ourselves so that we’d never make a wrong turn onto, “It’s not you,