We all have relationship skeletons in our closet… Ex-boyfriends we should never have gone out with in the first place, things we did to our former beaus that we’re ashamed of – but Debbie Read knows how to make it better. A break-up CD!
We all have relationship skeletons in our closet… Ex-boyfriends we should never have gone out with in the first place, things we did to our former beaus that we’re ashamed of – and now I’ll share my own dirty little secret…
I have a break up CD. Yep – a CD I listen to when relationships turn sour.
I know I am not the only one who listens to the same CD when they’ve been the dumpee or the dumper. Everyone has one. I used to know what stage my housemate was at in a relationship purely through the music she listened to.
These songs not only let you indulge in the whole ‘Men are really evil and I’m quitting the dating game forever, they’re all just so really mean!’ rant but also gives you the pick-me-up you so desperately need when having relationship blues.
We’ve all been in the situation when your best friend is going through a break-up and they incessantly listen to the same track, tears pouring down their face, convinced they’ll never love or be loved again. The trick is to have one indulgent song where you can cry and damn all men to hell but – as soon as that track is finished – you don’t press repeat, because that gets you nowhere. The indulgent song has to help you get it all out of your system so that you can move onto the pick-me-up songs which remind you that life and men aren’t all bad, after all.
It does get a little depressing, of course, when you’re sat listening to the CD and it suddenly occurs to you that – this time last year – you were in exactly the same place, having just been dumped, and once again you’re getting out the CD, calling your girls over and indulging a more expensive kind of chocolate. It’s always sad to realise you’re back to square one, but those are the breaks. You just have to build yourself back up again.
So what is my break up CD? Survivor by Destiny’s Child.
There’s nothing quite like dancing around my room in PJs, hairbrush standing in as a microphone, singing along to tracks entitled Survivor, Independent Woman and Bootylicious, to reacquaint me with feminism and make the blues go away. I then find myself saying things like ‘Hell, yeah!’ and ‘You tell him sista!’
However, this is only a minor side-effect of over-listening to my break-up CD and soon passes.
Just like relationship blues!