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	<title>Comments on: Cheering the Hell Up, Day 4: Making Breaking Up Less Hard To Do</title>
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		<title>By: communicatrix</title>
		<link>http://www.communicatrix.com/2006/05/cheering-the-hell-up-4-breakups.html#comment-1019</link>
		<dc:creator>communicatrix</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 26 May 2006 15:44:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Elaine - Narcissism is a real party, huh? Just say "no", I say. Get out while some of your brain is still functioning properly.

Christy - Eat ice cream, but run to the store to get it. Maybe in your sexyworkoutpants. Ha!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Elaine - Narcissism is a real party, huh? Just say &#8220;no&#8221;, I say. Get out while some of your brain is still functioning properly.</p>
<p>Christy - Eat ice cream, but run to the store to get it. Maybe in your sexyworkoutpants. Ha!</p>
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		<title>By: Christy</title>
		<link>http://www.communicatrix.com/2006/05/cheering-the-hell-up-4-breakups.html#comment-1011</link>
		<dc:creator>Christy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2006 23:57:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I don't have a BF, but I can eat ice cream, but I don't eat ice cream in case I run into the guy who I want to be my BF because I want to be wearing my sexypants.

So NOW what's your advice?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t have a BF, but I can eat ice cream, but I don&#8217;t eat ice cream in case I run into the guy who I want to be my BF because I want to be wearing my sexypants.</p>
<p>So NOW what&#8217;s your advice?</p>
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		<title>By: Elaine</title>
		<link>http://www.communicatrix.com/2006/05/cheering-the-hell-up-4-breakups.html#comment-1001</link>
		<dc:creator>Elaine</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2006 03:28:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I love the "CheerTheHellUp"....whatever that is.  Title?  Man, I've been her so many times, I should have a store by now, on pills people can take to get over lost loves.  This time is different.  I could not believe how he had lied to me, so I looked up Pathological Liar on line and immediately was directed to Narcissistic Personality Disorder.  Gad, no wonder I have had such trouble ending this....even though I've been trying for 3 y ears!

Thanks for the post.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I love the &#8220;CheerTheHellUp&#8221;&#8230;.whatever that is.  Title?  Man, I&#8217;ve been her so many times, I should have a store by now, on pills people can take to get over lost loves.  This time is different.  I could not believe how he had lied to me, so I looked up Pathological Liar on line and immediately was directed to Narcissistic Personality Disorder.  Gad, no wonder I have had such trouble ending this&#8230;.even though I&#8217;ve been trying for 3 y ears!</p>
<p>Thanks for the post.</p>
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		<title>By: communicatrix</title>
		<link>http://www.communicatrix.com/2006/05/cheering-the-hell-up-4-breakups.html#comment-997</link>
		<dc:creator>communicatrix</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 May 2006 18:01:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Private is good. We forget that sometimes, especially when we are blessed with terrific loved ones whose company we greatly enjoy.

And for the record, nothing wrong with playing &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; yourself. The perverts have something there—no pun intended...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Private is good. We forget that sometimes, especially when we are blessed with terrific loved ones whose company we greatly enjoy.</p>
<p>And for the record, nothing wrong with playing <em>with</em> yourself. The perverts have something there—no pun intended&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Bon</title>
		<link>http://www.communicatrix.com/2006/05/cheering-the-hell-up-4-breakups.html#comment-983</link>
		<dc:creator>Bon</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 22 May 2006 23:36:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Re: 4 (and doing much of it alone), I recall my mother saying to me when I was way wee, "Girl, you are going to HAVE to get okay with being alone. You'll be with yourself more than you'll be with any other one person in your life, and if you're not okay in your own company, no one will ever make you okay."

Seriously, I was like five.

And it really has made a difference, as I've learned to "play by myself" (no, perverts, I didn't say "play with myself," although that's useful for getting over a broken heart sometimes too) and really embrace alone time--as I get it so infrequently. Taking private movie dates, walks alone, and even just having an appointment with ME that I must keep (as I excuse myself away from another meeting that's ending)... these are all things that have helped with my own personal "cheering the hell up."

Great advice, as always, CoCo. XXOO</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Re: 4 (and doing much of it alone), I recall my mother saying to me when I was way wee, &#8220;Girl, you are going to HAVE to get okay with being alone. You&#8217;ll be with yourself more than you&#8217;ll be with any other one person in your life, and if you&#8217;re not okay in your own company, no one will ever make you okay.&#8221;</p>
<p>Seriously, I was like five.</p>
<p>And it really has made a difference, as I&#8217;ve learned to &#8220;play by myself&#8221; (no, perverts, I didn&#8217;t say &#8220;play with myself,&#8221; although that&#8217;s useful for getting over a broken heart sometimes too) and really embrace alone time&#8211;as I get it so infrequently. Taking private movie dates, walks alone, and even just having an appointment with ME that I must keep (as I excuse myself away from another meeting that&#8217;s ending)&#8230; these are all things that have helped with my own personal &#8220;cheering the hell up.&#8221;</p>
<p>Great advice, as always, CoCo. XXOO</p>
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