We pass many in our life, but if we stop to address the horror instead of recoiling from it, then the lessons we can glean are lasting.
After my marriage fell apart, I fell into the company of those on Oxford Street. In no small way, that community saved me. I was no longer weird, I was somebody.
It’s almost the weekend. Almost. Before you start counting the hours, you should know that love doesn’t exist, Theresa May should have stayed in bed, and jolly old Saint Nick vacays in Turk-ay.
The viral tale about the lovelorn man attempting to win back his ex with an endless piano has split the Internet in twain. Is it abusive behaviour, or romantic? I personally think it’s neither.
Rilo Kiley boldly brings empathetic light to the hopes of the mistress, with the song’s protagonist believing that once the divorce comes to be, they’d both be free in California. Not so much.
The sudden end of my relationship has left me confused. As I’m now romantically unemployed, I’m wondering what I need to change in order to keep my job in the future.
A rare treat this week, as we delve into the vulnerability of David Bowie. It seems that coke sniffing pansexual aliens have feelings too. That’s pretty freaky.
For a movie that literally states that love is all around, the caustic Tinderesque narratives makes me believe that love doesn’t actually enter into it.
‘Heroin Girl’ is a song about exactly that. To the artist who wrote the track, she was his everything; to everyone else, she was just another overdose.
Despite the author being a teenager, ‘Relapse’ is far deeper than the standard diary fare. The visceral feeling of love amputated bleeds off the page.
In the next instalment of 200 Sad Songs, we are dragged into the darkest corner of Nick Cave’s ‘Murder Ballads’, documenting the split of a pair, and the emotional hell that rides in soon after it.
A recent study proved that marital satisfaction can be improved with the Prozac of pleasant imagery. So, perhaps for the wife’s birthday, you can print out pictures of those dogs she likes.
Freddy Mercury’s saccharine mash note to the absence of love is our next stop on the Sad Songs train. He earnestly believes that true love will save him, but will it?
Love is a fine thing, but gets old quick. The only true solution to making it last is doing things you absolutely hate.
While we all strive for the unconditional love promised to us by the arts, sadly we often settle for reality. We can possess it all, however. All it takes is a slight tweak to our thinking.
Buried deep in Celine Dion’s “It’s all coming back to me now” is a single line of such honest, powerful beauty it makes us reach for the draino. Flaming every shred of a lost love in our broken minds, in today’s 200 Sad Songs.
Heartache is often the only thing you have left of someone, so if you let that go, they’re truly gone. Next up in 200 Sad Songs we address that duality. Let go for what?
For my money, Channel 9’s juggernaut reality show “Married at First Sight” is equal to Tinder in damaging our perception of what love actually is.
A whole bevvy of revamped statistics has made the idea of finding love on a date all the more unlikely, but also rather more interesting. J’accuse, sex interview!
Love, as they say, is a losing game, and that is never truer than on this particular day of the calendar. But it’s not all bad. “Attached” doesn’t necessarily mean “happy”, so well done, us losers!
Whether waiting for love or revelling in lust, the steps you walk to bridge the two are often the most brutal.
Our final in TBS’ heartbreak series sees Hailee Walker talk to transformational therapist Teymara Antonio-Wright about moving on from heartbreak and changing behaviours for better and healthier future relationships.