#LifeAfterLove

[therelationshippro]

Healing from Loneliness After a Breakup 💔✨

Breakups can leave us feeling lost, confused, and alone—but you don’t have to navigate this journey by yourself. There’s a way forward, and it starts with understanding the emotional process and taking actionable steps toward healing.

In our latest post, How to Overcome Loneliness After a Breakup, we dive into: 🌿 Why loneliness after a breakup is normal 🌱 10 practical tips to help you cope, from leaning on friends to rediscovering yourself 🌻 How to rebuild your confidence, embrace mindfulness, and regain your happiness 🌼 Ways to find closure and move on with peace

If you're struggling with moving on, or just need some reassurance that you’re not alone, this guide is for you. Ready to take that first step?

�� Read the full guide here

[failtosucceedlife-blog]

Every sunrise is a new chapter after a breakup. Embrace the light. #NewBeginnings #LifeAfterLove #HealingJourney

[maisjesuis]

when I

finally understood

that you were broken

it became easier to love you,

and

to let you go.

*

it was not my fault that

you

didn’t know how to love

me,

you just didn’t know how

[allthatisfalsewillfadeaway]

https://youtu.be/hRLYhQowD_g

[thexfella]

Dear Love, Fuck you.

LOVE.  What a bullshit word.  It can be bestowed, withheld or even transferred. Giving it is never unconditional and receiving it almost always depends on giving it. Love is fucking expensive. Love both guides our lives and derails them at the same time. Love sequesters our attention and taxes our soul, most sharply of all when it leaves town.

Often, Love isn’t actually Love at all; it’s lust. A fleeting tingle that expires before the cum is dry on the bedsheet. Love defines our never ending narcissistic need for validation and comfort. Society asserts an incessant predaliction that we are all deserving of it and that we’re lost if we don’t find it. Love ain’t a set of fucking car keys kids. We don’t own it. Love is on loan; sometimes for a night, or a year, or 10, and if we’re lucky, a lifetime. Forget to pay up, and Love gets repossessed and redistributed. Give too much of it and you’re a codependent pussy. Love out of pity and you martyr yourself for the other’s benefit.

Love sunk my fucking battleship.

Fuck you, Love.

I just want to go to sleep.  A long fucking sleep where I slip into a beautiful, debaucherous dream where I’d find myself on a beach surrounded by a thousand beautiful naked women. I’d wade into them and take a long and leisurely swim. One hundred deep and ten high, their bodies shimmering in the tropical sunshine.  

Stumbling out of the darkness, I fall into this glorious dream, finally released from the grips of an acute case of despair that has taken almost half of my lifetime away.

I’ve been a slave to a woman on offer to any man worthy of her ‘love’, since the day I married her. An invitation she has accepted from others several times.

Yet still I choked her down, with glee, year after year- self enslaved to her taste, her smell.. my insatiable lust masquerading as Love. Even finding a ribbon of excitement in her lustful encounters with other men over the years. At the expense of my pride, my soul, and the prime years of my adult life.

I poured that poison down the back of my throat, Again. And again.

Further still, after she left me for another man, I continued to invite her into my bed and accepted invitations into hers, only to relive that moment of extasy, that made the shit she was feeding me palatable and that kept us and our family together for so long; until she decided she was done with me for good. Discarded like a piece of garbage.

I did not escape her grip as much as I was released from it. Either way, I’m now man in agony. She’s my heroin. If I can’t quit her, she will kill me.

So I go out looking. I survey those thousand glistening bodies basking in the rays of sunshine.

One woman emerges. Like a cup of warm, sweet cream pulled from Mary’s breast. Her womb invites me in, so I immerse myself. I become man reborn. Pulled from the jaws of a man eater, she sets upon the impossible task of rebuilding me. She is humane among humans. I reemerge like a fucking phoenix. 

Once marred and left for dead, I now feel Love’s tremendous yet safe and familiar weight beginning to press down one me once again as it rears its ugly, beautiful, crazy fucking head far too soon, administering a punch in the nuts long before this cowboy is ready to ride off into the sunset with a damsel tucked into my back.

Daises begin to spring up on top of the giant pile of shit that was my life. A lush jungle will grow there if I allow it. Do I?

In my stint a single man once again, I’ve discovered the absence of Love, is to live unfettered. To be lonely is to be liberated. Being free to roam the plains like a hungry fucking wolf again looking for prey feels so damn good. So why am I settling in again so soon?

Hunting is a lonely endeavour and the hunter quickly learns the sweetness of the meat he pursues usually pales in comparison to his expectations once the thrill of the kill has come and gone for most of the women he beds. Their baggage is too heavy. If he cannot fold into them, he can’t be himself. So he keeps looking.

Through it all, Love lurks just below the surface; waiting for us to find the one that will call us home. Love, your timing sucks ass.

For the first time in my life, I’ve found Love that will feed me for life that I didn’t have to hunt down. Love that actually Loves me, for me, and asks for nothing in return, other than Love back.

My despair has turned to confusion as I truly look at my ex wife in the rear view mirror for the first time and finally contemplate driving away. She’s the devil I knew. Fuck the world is big and lonely out there.

Safety abounds in her arms, but I crave the unknown. Damn you Love, you sucked me in again.

At least this time you’ve got my back.

Still, the sunshine beckons me.

To the other 999: Please take a number and be patient. I may be a while.

[liamaidan-ftm]

Throwback Thursday, Music edition! • Coolio - "Gangsta's Paradise" • Nirvana - "Come As You Are" • Lauryn Hill - "Doo Wop (That Thing)" • Cher - "Believe" • Blackstreet - "No Diggity" • Savage Garden - "Truly Madly Deeply" • Green Day - "Basket Case" • The Mighty Mighty Bosstones - "The Impression that I Get" • Naughty By Nature - "O.P.P" #throwbackthursday #tbt #tbtmusic #tbtmusicedition #90s #90smusic #coolio #gangstasparadise #august1995 #nirvana #comeasyouare #march1992 #laurynhill #doowop #july1998 #cher #believe #october1998 #lifeafterlove #blackstreet #nodiggity #september1996 #savagegarden #trulymadlydeeply #march1997 #greenday #dookie #basketcase #august1994 #themightymightybosstones #thatstheimpressionthatiget #january1997 #naughtybynature #opp #august1991 #music1991to1998 https://www.instagram.com/p/B2mLkOqhIBb/?igshid=8225d2x4r9pe

[singingintherainuniverse]

For #humpdaypumpday we list to post music that gets you #energized! So our #songoftheday is #believe by #Cher! It is a great #song to put in your repertoire for #karaoke!! #goodmusic #singingintherain #love #lifeafterlove

[frankles]

The Knocks played the Fine Line in Minneapolis last weekend and got everybody into their dancey pants. And @mrjpatt rocked a shirt from Cher’s 1999 “Life After Love” tour. Proper. . . . #music #livemusic #livemusicphotography #musicphotography #concert #concertphotos #houseparty #concertphotography #minneapolis #electrojams #theknocks #lifeafterlove #fineline #finelinemusiccafe #benallenphotos 📸: @franklesblog (at Fine Line Music Cafe)

[deeper-roses]

[secretasagrado]

#believe #cher #lifeafterlove #ireallydontthinkyourestrongenough #fito #sevendio #yanososigual #almodovar #wannabe #2minutos (at Córdoba, Argentina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CJFY-4Yh8_m/?igshid=ed2zt3cvjwkm

[gnuinart]

Happy Birthday to Pop Goddess @cher ✨🎉🎂💙 Thank you for inspiring me and teaching me to #Believe in #LifeAfterLove and that I'm #StrongEnough 🎼😘 Gracias por inspirarme y enseñarme a creer en la vida después del amor y que soy suficientemente fuerte 🎼😘 #Art #Artist #Artwork #Arte #Drawing #Dibujo #Design #Diseño #Illustration #Ilustracion #Illustrator #HappyBirthday #Birthday #HappyBirthdayCher #Cherquitita #MammaMia #PopGoddess #DiosadelPop #CherFans #Cher2020 #Cherday #CherArtwork #CherDrawing #CherArt #genuine #gnuinart https://www.instagram.com/p/CAarKkpIT7x/?igshid=1ra95i5ll8tic

[nathalywrivera]

wow! from Jewel’s very sweet voice to THIS! JUST WOW!

Don’t get me wrong. I love both versions :)

[unetherealchaos]

Ready to go

I've spent the last 6 years stuck

Repeating a pattern

Trying to figure out what it is

Why do I make it so easy

For shitty men to walk away

But 2 years of self imposed celibacy

Has brought no further clarity

So I might as well

[motorizedmycologist]

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someone in the parking lot really loves cher #lifeafterlove

[olivethegypsy]

I'm not hurt anymore, but I wonder a lot

I don't know if it's sad to say, But sometimes I still think of us. I think of if we got back together, If we tried it all again, just one more time. I can't help but think of all the good, Amidst what you would've called all the bad, How looking at you always felt like some sort of home, Even when something wasn't going all to plan. But then there are thoughts like those that floated through today, Where I can't help but think of how different we are. We've changed in ways we never saw coming, Could we even fit together with such synchronicity like we did in the past? I wonder if our partying would stop: The bad influences we've seeded comfort in. I wonder if what we've grown into, Would still be as consolatory as when we would fall asleep together, bodies woven into one. Could we be content with sober pizza nights, Twenty years down the road? Do our lifestyles even match up? Do you even still think about me on your own? Would us wandering off into other lost souls, Lead us to jealousy and conflict in the long run? Would our trained, wandering eyes Be able to now shut off and go back to solely being owned by the other? Is this just me being lonely, Or is it that I can't let go for a reason. There's just so many questions, But the worst is wondering if there is really any precedent. I want you to know That I couldn't be more grateful that you were my first; My first love, my first night, my first everything in sight. And I don't want things to be weird, There will just always be a portion of my heart, Sectioned off for you. I'm just wondering, are you even the same you?