Break Up To Make Up

In a world where we are conditioned to make our relationships work, whether they be friendships, work, significant others, marriage… You get where I am going with this. At least I hope you do. At what point do we throw in the white flag and finally say “I give up!”? Is it easier to break up to make up?

So many of us stay in a situation, because it is easier than starting over. We do this with our jobs, friendships, relationships, even our hairstylists. We all have that one hairstylist who has ruined our hair. We swear we aren’t going back and there we are 8 weeks later giving her a second chance. Hoping this time will be better than the last. We do it in love too. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve broken up with my ex just to go back, try again and convince myself this time it will be different. If you can’t talk yourself into it, who will?

Now, I will be the first to tell you each time I went back I had a great reason, in my own head.  Yes, that is where it’s most important… in our own heads. That is where my crazy girl subsides! The reasons were always my own, such as he is super sweet…when we aren’t fighting. He called to say he missed me and loved me, well that is nice to hear. The sex… it was amazing or was it? My bigger reason I didn’t want to see him with someone else, and know he might treat her better. Because didn’t I deserve to be treated the best. Although, I like to think of myself as a smart woman, this is where my sanity may be somewhat questionable. It became a cycle of breaking up just to make up.


The reward after any good break up is the sex. Seriously, who doesn’t enjoy make up sex? The passion, the emotional connection, that closeness, lets not forget the orgasm! Along with the good comes the bad, it’s like the ying and yang.  Is it the sex that makes us stay? The addiction? Maybe it is the fear of starting over. Whatever the reason is to stay, there will come a point where you choose to break the cycle. You’ll want to move forward into something that makes you feel secure. When that happens you wont need to throw in that white flag, because you will finally be on the same team, the right team. Your team!

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Unknown said…
Very well written. As you point out going back hoping it will be different is the mere definition of insanity...(per urban dictionary) Either way you are correct that we give in with out hearts and although our intentions can be selfish, we sometimes need that. I know I'm way more insane than you, but thats why we're friends. ;) Love ya!
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