Last week my ex-partner visited. We were drinking coffee, chatting about old times, laughing at inside jokes, and suddenly we both started crying.
The reason for our tears was the realization that we still loved each other.
We broke up one year ago, but our 5-year-relationship was so intense and beautiful that it’s still hard to let go. We know, however, giving it another try wouldn’t work out for various reasons.
But this story is not about my past relationship. It is about how my boyfriend’s words transformed my perspective on love.
While lying in my ex-partner’s arms, I asked…
When I was younger, I didn’t know a healthy relationship needed boundaries, compromises, and commitment.
I rushed into relationships when I fell for a man and felt comfortable in his presence. I didn’t even think about what kind of standards and values were important to me.
When something bothered me, I told myself: “Well, that’s just how he is, and I have to live with it.”
I secretly started to watch Sex and the City when I was ten years old.
My elder sister was a huge fan and collected all the seasons in her bedroom. When she wasn’t there, I sneaked in, stole her DVD’s and watched episode after episode. I started listening to four women talking about blowjobs, penises, and cosmopolitans at this young age.
Almost twenty years later, after watching all seasons again, I realized most conversations, attitudes, and messages are anti-feminist and stereotypical.
Meanwhile, SATC has a significant impact on how women see themselves and others. Using the series as a messenger…
“Does he listen to Adele because he thinks of the evening we went to her concert a few years ago?” I’m asking myself while sitting on my computer and starring at his Spotify record.
He listened to this song 4 hours ago, which means he went to bed pretty late. Did he lie in his bed and think of me all night, or did the song randomly occur in one of his playlists?
These kinds of obsessions determined my lonely post-break-up-Covid19-lockdown-phase. …
When my ex-boyfriend and I opened our romantic relationship after two and a half happy years, I was 100% sure that nothing could separate us.
We wanted to give each other the possibility to explore our sexuality alone and grow as a couple. To me, having an open relationship was the best way to live a free life in a loving relationship without feeling locked up or limited. I was convinced that it would make our love more vital and exciting. I wasn’t afraid that we would lose each other by having sex with different people.
Last year, after a…
Here I am. Sitting in my living room, on my computer, waiting for my current quarantine to be over. Ten days alone in my apartment. Again.
As a school teacher who is single and lives alone during a pandemic, I spent a remarkable amount of time in solitude in my flat during the past 12 months. In total, I was quarantined 5–6 times (I stopped counting) because of various reasons. Additionally, I’m not allowed to meet many people. During strict lockdowns, I’m permitted to meet one person (or one household) at most. …
Twelve months ago, my ex-boyfriend told me he was in love with another woman.
During the last 2,5 years, we had had an open relationship and started meeting other people as we wanted to give each other the freedom to explore our sexuality.
The relationship was in a flow; we were both happy having each other and getting to know new interesting people.
When he started dating a friend from university, I wasn’t concerned he could fall in love with her. …
Seven years ago, I met the love of my life.
At least, back then, I believed he was the one who’d be perfect for me.
I had just come back to Vienna after spending two semesters in Paris. Meeting my old friends, enjoying the Viennese summer, and relishing the city with all its beautiful vibes gave me the best feeling, and I was willing to meet someone new.
One evening, I was meeting friends at a bar. We were sitting outside, watching a soccer game and drinking beer. Then a friend of one of my fellow students came by and…
I was sitting in my booth and staring at my screen when I suddenly couldn’t understand the speaker anymore.
Knowing that he was talking about dementia symptoms on an Alzheimer’s congress, the bad sound quality and strange noises made it impossible to understand the details. So I decided to do something no professional interpreter would ever do in this situation. I mumbled into the microphone:
“I can’t understand anything. I’m sorry.”
So I rushed out of my booth, crying and knowing that I have failed at least one of six of my final exams for my Master’s degree in Conference…
When I went to my dermatologist because of strong acne and acne scars, she told me to change my diet.
I winced and felt the vanishing happiness in my life. I love eating so much, and I wasn’t reading to give up the food I like.
Avoiding sugar, wheat, white rice, and especially coffee. It seemed like pure torment to me! Even though I eat plant-based and as healthy as possible, I’m more of a person who does lots of sports to eat more without feeling bad.
During the week, I skip breakfast in the morning and only drink a…