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The Unbothered Ex

The Unbothered Ex

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Mar 10, 2022
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So you are home, broken hearted and eating your 5th pint of ice cream. Have not taken a shower all weekend and can't seem to move from the couch except to go to the bathroom or grab pint number 6. Your phone dings and it is yet another Facebook notification about your Ex's wonderful life. What is wrong with me you think. How do you compete with that? Simple, don't try. I know that you want to show them how great you are doing without them in your life but it is simply not worth it. In time, it won't matter anyway. Take the time you need to heal yourself without the worry of what an Ex thinks. Take care of yourself first, don't put on a show for them. It's like being on a diet, and keeping chocolate cake in the house. It's only going to drive you crazy.
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