Spying On Suburbia: Breaking Up Is Hard To Do How many times have we said we were going to do it? How many times have you called your sister, best friend, mother, husband in tears or anger and a tad of confusion? How many horrific multi-color hair dyes or semi-buzz cuts, bangs gone badly do we have to endure?
I had been counting down the days until my Boyfriend and I moved into our first home. I was tremendously excited about removing him from the poorly lit, dingy hole of a house that he inhabited with two of his fraternity brothers. Then we moved in....
