Cassandra, a 19-year-old from Toronto whose relationship recently ended, is dealing with her post-breakup reverie by photoshopping Beyonce’s face over her ex in old pictures. Her Tumblr page, Beyoncify My Boyfriend, is an ode to lost love and, most importantly, Beyonce’s badassery. It’s a gallery of her greatest times with her former man made a thousand times better by Bey’s appearance (yes, the bad quality of her photoshopping is intentional). As her Tumblr reads, “Breakups suck. You know what makes them easier? Reimagining your happiest times together with none other than Queen B.” I couldn’t agree more. Cassandra’s ex found the site and is less than pleased, but that doesn’t seem to be phasing her. She’s now taking requests from other ladies to Beyoncify their ex-boyfriends. Hero status. [BuzzFeed] [Image via Tumblr]
When you and a partner break up, do you immediately dump everything that reminds you of him, or do you let stuff linger around? Post-breakup messes are handled differently by everyone. For me, I’d rather have a clean slate and I’ll typically get rid of anything and everything that reminds of me of my ex. I’ll throw items away, or stick them someplace where I won’t have to look at them for a really long time and generally try to “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” my life. I realize not everyone’s the same though — and that’s where the Museum of Broken Relationships comes in. Keep reading »
Just a moment ago, I excitedly clicked on my Facebook page to see that I’d gotten a message in my inbox. I clicked on it, and was annoyed to see yet another invite to J’s band’s show. Great. There’s another thing I won’t be doing Friday night. J., you see, was a guy I dated for a month about two and a half years ago — and I haven’t seen him, in person anyway, since. But he still regularly sends me invites to band gigs. Because we’re Facebook friends.
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Think you know everything there is to know about that ex you’ve obsessed over? Well, authors Heather Belle and Michelle Fiordaliso want you to know that there is so, so much more. (Curses!) The two psychotherapists have both “professional and personal experience with exes.” Some of us could use some pro insight on factors like how to be friends with an ex, whether you should get back together, why you really shouldn’t and, say, moving on. Their new book Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Ex tackles all of this. Anything that helps us step away from the dramz is probably a good thing, right? Read it when you’re contemplating a drunk dial. [Amazon] Keep reading »
Here’s a tragic story. Elizabeth and her boyfriend dated for about a year and a half. They had some pets, and some fights, and one day, sick of him being a total douchebag, Elizabeth kicked him to the curb. A few weeks later, Elizabeth’s ex came knocking, along with his hefty father, papers in hand. After he moved his belongings out of her apartment, he had Elizabeth sign the papers, and in her confusion, she didn’t pay much attention. Later, she looked at what she had signed, and realized it was a bill for every dime her ex had ever spent on her during their relationship, from groceries to Valentine’s Day presents. Of course this “document” would never hold up in an actual court of law, but Elizabeth was pretty sure it would make people laugh, so she scanned and posted it on a blog, where we saw it. All of this got us thinking — while the idea of actually compiling a bill and delivering it to an ex is ridiculous and laughable, we can’t help but think that’s there’s some stuff we’d like to charge our exes for. Actual expenses yes, but also pain and suffering too. After the jump, how much you could feasibly charge an ex, after a breakup. Keep reading »
Several years ago, fresh out of a long-term, live-in relationship, I started seeing a guy I met in a bar who was also on the rebound. I was searching for the antithesis of my ex, and as a well-traveled, charming, cocky med student, he fit the bill perfectly. He, on the other hand, seemed to be searching for someone exactly like his ex, a fellow med student who, I learned, loved strappy heels, expensive boutiques, and spoke with a Russian accent. Much to my rebound’s chagrin, I was nothing like his ex, despite his constant effort to mold me into something resembling her. “You’re totally still in love with her,” I accused him one afternoon for the umpteenth time after he recommended yet another store where she liked to shop. “You’re crazy!” he exclaimed again, something, in my vulnerable state, I was beginning to believe. Keep reading »