Sept. 14 marks the year anniversary of my ex deciding to take a break from our relationship. (Which means it’s also the one year anniversary of his relationship with his subordinate! Congrats, you two!) Can you believe I’ve been writing about this s**t for a year? Even though it feels like it went by in the blink of an eye, I also realize it took a while to realize how much better off I am; there were definitely times where I felt like I would never feel happy again.The thing is, I remember so many details about that day. First I had brunch with my friend Lise from high school at Thor on the Lower East Side. I had eggs Benedict; she had an omelet. Then I went to a little shop a couple blocks away (I still shop there) and I bought a dress — black tank-style, with a red, cream, and black abstract flower pattern on the skirt. I went to get my nails done — OPI’s Lincoln Park After Dark was the shade. Then I went to Whole Foods and I bought stuff to make for dinner. I was going to cook some weird combination of sausage, red peppers, feta cheese, and whole wheat pasta based on a dish my friend Teri had concocted. I never actually made it that night, of course. All of these details are ingrained in my brain, but I suspect I’m not alone in remembering so much minutiae from the day of my worst breakup. What random details do you remember about the day of your worst heartbreak? Keep reading »
