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30-Day Breakup Guide Challenge: Calmly Move On (Or At Least Try To) On Day 30

When I first started road-testing The Frisky 30 Breakup Guide, I didn’t even know what calm looked like. Seeing photos of my ex was enough to make my hands tremble, running into him at a party inevitably meant that venom would threaten to roll off my tongue and I would take on a Cheshire cat grin, trying madly to disguise and displace the feeling of a miniature ice-pick being twisted repeatedly into my heart. “Calm” meant drinking a half of a bottle of wine in bed and being able to wash the tears off in the ladies room at work without anyone noticing. Looking calm was physically impossible. Keep reading »

30-Day Breakup Guide: Day 30

To celebrate the publication of our first-ever book, The Frisky 30-Day Breakup Guide, we’re re-running the original series that inspired it, and having writer Maude Standish bravely road test the book’s expanded tasks and tips. So follow along, chart your own progress, and find out everything else you need to know to forget he-who-shall-not-be-named!

Calmly Move On (Or at Least Look Like It)
Today, you will make eye contact with an attractive man while walking to work, driving, or paying for gum at the 7-Eleven. When you’ve locked eyes, smile at him. Nine times out of 10 he’ll probably smile back, but if you get a dud, smile at the next hot piece. This is called flirting, which you might have forgotten all about while you were upset about what’s-his-name.
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30-Day Breakup Guide: Day 29

To celebrate the publication of our first-ever book, The Frisky 30-Day Breakup Guide, we’re re-running the original series that inspired it, and having writer Maude Standish bravely road test the book’s expanded tasks and tips. So follow along, chart your own progress, and find out everything else you need to know to forget he-who-shall-not-be-named!

Go To Brunch Alone
This is a bold step post-breakup, but you’ve built up to it. Pick a good restaurant in your neighborhood, bring a book or The New York Times, and order yourself some serious pancakes — and a mimosa, if you feel so inclined. Leave your shades on if you feel like going incognito. And then … just be. Keep reading »

Dear Wendy: “Can I Dump A Guy And Still Keep In Touch With His Family?”

I have been in a relationship with a great guy for almost two years now, in a city that’s about 1000 miles from where I grew up. I’ve recently become unhappy about living here in the big city (which I really can’t afford) and have thought long and hard about moving back closer to my parents. I have also been thinking lately that, while I’m content in my relationship, I really don’t think I would be happy for the rest of my life with this guy. He’s just not “the one.” I know I have to be honest with him, and that it has to happen soon because it’s not fair that I think these things without telling him. He’s just such a good guy and we recently got back from a great weekend with his family; my question is: Is it possible to end this relationship without losing touch with this guy and his family? If I broke things off and moved away, is there any chance of everyone not hating me? — Needs a Change

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30-Day Breakup Guide: Day 28

To celebrate the publication of our first-ever book, The Frisky 30-Day Breakup Guide, we’re re-running the original series that inspired it, and having writer Maude Standish bravely road test the book’s expanded tasks and tips. So follow along, chart your own progress, and find out everything else you need to know to forget he-who-shall-not-be-named!

Get A Plant
Fine, so your last five attempts at keeping greenery died slow, painful deaths, but there’s always hope for new (plant) life. Hit up a garden store or greenhouse and pick out a small household plant in a nice, small pot. Keep reading »

I Dumped My Boyfriend Because He Didn’t Want To Have A Baby

Among some photos from a trip to New York I took a few years ago is a shot of me in the middle of a department store, holding a beautiful 3-month-old baby girl. I look like a proud mom on a much-deserved shopping trip. But Lila isn’t my little girl. She’s my sister’s. And, at the time, I was actually distraught because I knew, sooner or later, that I had to choose between keeping the man I loved and having a baby of my own.

I met Jamie* in 2001. He was 36 and I was 33, living in a loft apartment just down the hall from his graphic design studio. The first time I saw him in the corridor I thought my knees were going to buckle under me — he was absolutely gorgeous. One night I arrived home just as he was locking up and we started talking. A few days later, he came over for dinner. Two months on, we both said “I love you.” For the first time in my life, I’d met someone I wanted to be with forever. Read more Keep reading »

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