My ex-boyfriend was a groomsman at my wedding. Not just any ex-boyfriend, either –– the last one before I met my husband-to-be. My last fling was in the audience, too, and I didn't start to cry until I walked down the aisle and saw the tears standing in his eyes. He's not a crier, either.
While I preferred to think of myself as the proverbially fun/quirky party girl, I came to realize my drinking had finally gone too far.
Internet hoax or heart-wrenching gem? Who cares—the self-love message is worth the (possible) self-delusion.
Be true to yourself, and you'll find love. Unless, that is, your self is fixated on an adorable fake cat.
Anderson Cooper recently attempted to get inside the brain of a schizophrenic. I decided to do the same—with illuminating results.