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Breakupbabe Rebecca Agiewich

Breakupbabe

Rebecca Agiewich

Published May 30th 2006
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Chapter OneSunday, August 11, 200212:58 PM Breakup Babe Hello, my name is Breakup Babe. Tomorrow I get to go to my new job at a large Seattle software company, where my office is right down the hall from the man I thought I was going to marry,MoreChapter OneSunday, August 11, 200212:58 PM Breakup Babe Hello, my name is Breakup Babe. Tomorrow I get to go to my new job at a large Seattle software company, where my office is right down the hall from the man I thought I was going to marry, who just lied to me, cheated on me, and then dumped me on my f*cking a*s.That was the paragraph that started it all. I had no idea that starting a free weblog called Breakup Babe would change my life. It was just something to do to keep me sane. But what Ive learned in the last year is that things never turn out how you envision them. When your life cracks open, like mine did, youre messed up at first, and because of that, you do stupid things, but you also grow and change in ways you couldnt before. Then, suddenly, youre a lot closer to happiness than you were--even though happiness looks different now from what it did when some creepy-crawly bastard broke your heart.But lets start at the beginning, shall we?When The Great Unpleasantness (as we shall henceforth call it) struck in June 2002, one of the first thoughts that hit me was I want to start a blog about this. A few friends of mine were bloggers, and articles predicting a blogging revolution had just begun to appear in places such as Newsweek. But I didnt want to revolutionize anything. I just wanted a place to vent.Why I chose the Internet rather than writing in the diaries Id been sighing and moaning in since age thirteen, Im not sure. Id been writing in semi-obscurity for years, being paid to write bland freelance pieces and slaving away on a book that sucked, though I could not yet pinpoint the reason for its suckiness. So I think I was just ready to be heard in my own voice--to write something that was not a fluffy newspaper travel article or a trying-too-hard book that I was afraid to show people anyway.It was a hot August day when I sat down to type the first entry in the upstairs bedroom of my friends Jane and Henrys town house. Id been sleeping there for the last month (if you could call my tortured, nightly, horizontal sessions sleeping), ever since my once-so-devoted boyfriend had kicked me--begging and pleading for mercy--out of his waterfront home (Lake Washington lapping at your backyard! the listing had said) onto the streets of Seattle.A month before that unceremonious event, when The Great Unpleasantness actually began, Id set up a site on Blogger.com and toyed with blog names like Relationship Hell or Breakup Girl. Eventually Id settled on Breakup Babe. But, amid the emotional turmoil of The Great Unpleasantness, I couldnt write about the actual breakup. I was too busy clinging to hope, even though my once-glorious relationship was pointing nose down into the water like the Titanic. So the blog remained empty. Now that the relationship had irrevocably sunk, however, writing seemed like my only means of survival. It was the life raft that would carry me away as grief tried to drown me.But, as I sat down on that too-sunny Sunday, a dangerous wave of self-pity swept over me. If only Jane and Henry hadnt had to be their adventuresome selves and fly off to Iceland that very morning with their two toddlers in