Yup...thats right, we broke up.

I mean you could have guessed it, all the normal breakup signs were there.

There have been no Bae updates, he's not on my Snapchat anymore, I haven't posted him on The Gram and he damn sure hasn't been on the blog. Hell I haven't even been on the blog and its partially due to the breakup.


To be very honest...I took it all pretty hard, I'm the type who puts everything into a relationship. I can become so clouded by the whole thing that if things go left...when I'm sitting here thinking things are going right (literally I didn't even see it coming) it hits me like a Mac truck...and I'm not talking about one that holds Makeup or Laptops which would have been so much better -___-

However after one very "honest" phone call and a come to Jesus moment with my bestie my devastated outlook on the ending of our relationship has been flipped and I'm in a much better place.

For once...I feel like I'm able to see the lesson's to be learned from our
 ending and how it all leads to a new beginning.

TALK ABOUT PERSONAL GROWTH BITCH!

And that what I'm here to share with you...the 6 lessons I learned from losing love.

Somewhere along the line when I was dating I came up with this idea that I would be married before I had sex with a certain number of men. I didn't exactly know where that thought came from or why I had come to this conclusion that my number of sexual partners was so important but it was.

As I dated more,  every time the conversation of being intimate with my partner came up I had a mini panic attack. I would frantically begin the count in my head, recapping everyone I had had sex with. Making sure I was still far enough away from "my number" just in case he wasn't "the one".

You know....ensuring that I still had enough wiggle room.

On friday I turned 27, TWENTY.....SEVEN. A whole 27

And I think I'm still struggling to deal with the idea that I'm actually an adult...and the fact that I've been single for a whole damn year *insert side eye*

Thats right SINGLE FOR A YEAR...which to most may not seem like a big deal but when you get into adulthood and you're too old to be irresponsible and thoting around, but too young to feel like you need to have a husband and a kid hanging from your boob.

Being 26 and single for a year SUCKS.

 and I'm here to tell you why.