Why Using Social Media to Break the News to Your Ex is a Bad Idea

Normally, I have an online boundary around the love/dating thing because you can’t really share stories at least the blog juicy kind without involving other people and their oh-so-not-best moments.

But today, I’m going to break that rule and share with you how my Ex broke the news to me about his new girlfriend and how it has affected me because one I can do what I do best and that is use my personal experience to help other people grow and learn, and two, it is a perfect example, of how social media can impact our personal lives, and not always in the ways we want it or expect it to.

Wearing my heart on my blog

But most importantly, this is a peek into how your actions shape who you are as a person and your personal brand online. I’m taking a risk with this post with my own online brand but risk is what separates the exceptional from the ordinary. I'm also tired of always following "the rules." I'm taking my turn to break the rules. I could fall completely on my face, but failure is how we learn too, right?

And before I go further, this post is not meant to bash my Ex because yes, in this post he is going to look like a prime piece of a**hole, I won’t candy coat that, and I’m not that good a writer. But, he is not, I still believe this. I did leave out big chunks of details and am only sharing the ones relevant to my point.

And even though I have many un-loving feelings towards my Ex right now and am feeling pretty wounded and Irish mad, I can separate who he is at the core from how he is behaving currently. I understand as we all should, that sometimes even good people can do hurtful stupid things. I’ve been there. We’ve all been there. So please, remember this and have an open heart while reading.

And before you start thinking how too damn healthy and mature I’m behaving, well, I’m not. I’m not that nice. There's a pinch of vengeful ex-girlfriend in here. Not pretty but so what.  And yes, I am very raw and I go between crying a river and punching the hell out of the bag at the gym imagining it’s my Ex’s face. But, I’m not hurt for the reasons you may think, and yes despite the bloody spit I’m swimming in, I amazingly have much clarity.

But quickly, before we get to the Ex, a word from mom….