Charlotte Green

Now we have jobs, and bills, and real responsibilities that make all of that feel like some kind of fever dream.

Basically every aspect of your life, from high school onwards, is well-documented on the internet. And they are going to see that, and believe that they’re going to judge the hell out of it.

Family members who make you feel terribly about yourself, who contribute nothing to your life, and whose only connection to you is genetics at this point.

Because each person who has proven to be a source of heartache only has this power over me because they were once so beautifully important to my life.

Make a pact with your friends to never force each other into ugly/unflattering bridesmaids dresses.

Everyone needs more exercise, and it can certainly help a lot of people with temporary bouts of sadness, but someone who experiencing clinical depression is not going to be greatly helped by upping their cardio routine.

Being with him has made you irrationally jealous and spiteful of other women, as though every last one of them is an active threat to your relationship.

For so long, I told myself that things could never work out with her, because there was some key ingredient that the two of them did not have together — something which I had kept with me when he left.

I used to think that he was cheating on me. I used to wish he was cheating on me, even, because that would at least wrap everything up in the kind of justification that I could get myself to understand.

Your long-term relationships have ended because you felt that you needed to break free and be on your own for a while, but you quickly followed them up with a rebound who gave you all of the emotional affirmation you couldn’t live without.

Enjoy long Sunday mornings without children jumping on your bed to wake you up at the crack of dawn to make them breakfast.

You’ll ask me if everything is okay, I’ll say yes because I know that if I say no, there is a good chance you won’t come back again.

Remember that a huge part of sex is learning, and we were all bad once, and there is nothing that a sexual novice needs in bed less than another faked orgasm which gives him confirmation that what he was doing was right and appropriate.

You are still in that phase where you’re really into sex but you can only deal with so much post-coital spooning before you’re like, “Please leave, I want to watch Netflix and eat food by myself.”

I have often been the kind of girl who burns the candles at both ends and can’t find the happy medium between the safe-but-boring choices who love me unconditionally and the horrible-yet-alluring choices who leave me feeling like a desperate child.

We want to be loved, in a way that isn’t directly tied to how pure we are sexually or how much we’re willing to “give away.”

Kiss him. Pull him towards you when the two of you are sitting in his car.

And I am not interested in torturing myself with questions of “What if he meets someone else?” I’m sure you will. And maybe you’ll manage to fool her for even longer than you did me.