‘Could happen to anyone,’ said Holly Golightly* in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. ‘Quite frequently does.’ And this time, dear readers, it happened to me. I spent quite a long time (11 weeks and two days but who’s counting?) deliberating whether or not I should put my thoughts on ‘The Not-So-Great Break Up Of 2012’ to paper, or blog as the case may be (is it too soon, is it too painful, is it therapeutic, is it disrespectful, is it too personal, does anyone actually give a toss?) and in the end, here I am. Miss W Ibiza, newly single for the first time in a long time and all of a sudden feeling a just little too close for comfort to being the ‘Carrie Bradshaw of Ibiza’ that so many people like to compare me to. Ouch.
But in the interest of keeping my blog interesting, I’ve decided to wear my heart on my sleeve from now on. So without any further ado, let me let you in on the 33 things I learned from my break up in Ibiza. And please let them be a lesson to you. Break ups suck. Avoid them like the plague unless absolutely necessary. Read more