Better off without

My co-teacher last week ranted about her friend who just couldn't get herself out of this hopeless relationship with someone. This friend's boyfriend apparently has a wandering eye and his eye wandered not once, not twice, but three times in their three-year relationship.

One affair each year. Quite a record. It's a no-brainer that one day he will wander off again.

I wonder which is worse, to turn a blind eye on what's happening in your face or to be so clueless about not so teeny-tiny indications that Romeo indeed has another Juliet and be the last one to know?

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On breaking up and moving on, the most important thing I learned from my one and only experience is you gotta have friends to save you from severe self- esteem malfunction, especially if you got dumped. Directly or indirectly dumped, it doesn't really matter.

I call these friends "band-aid brigade." They are the ones who would pat your bruised ego and deflated self-esteem by telling you that that other girl looked like a long-lost member of Phylum Mollusca, in no way near your allure level. Nevermind if it's untrue, you need all the leg-pulling for the healing to start.

These are also your friends who will throw you these predictable questions; "Geez, what in the name of Gulay did you ever see in that guy?" "Didn't you get repulsed with his ginger-like toes?" The list will go on and believe me, total band-aid brigade brainwashing will make you start believing you're better off without him.

And you're right. You are.