An open letter to the man who says he's smarter than his woman. — It's a day that's seared into the fabric of my memory. When the man sharing your bed decimates your existence with a few chosen words, forgetting seems impossible. The ex to end all exes, Anthony, was seated to my right. At the time, he was my boyfriend. …

Here is what I want to say to you about my trauma of your decisions. — “You want to know you’ve dodged a bullet?” It wasn't a text message I was expecting from my sister on a Monday morning. It wasn't a text message I was expecting from anybody, not even an ex in a drunken, jealous stupor. Without the context, confusion engulfed my mind. There…

And why I’ve ditched every side hustle for the one business-at-a-time approach. — I spent ten years side hustling, and I’m never going to recoup my waste of time. For the decade, I maintained a full-time job and a part-time business, sometimes more than one. I thought my savvy entrepreneurial behaviour would reward me handsomely, mostly with financial abundance. This month I would…

And what it was like coming out of double the breakups with the one guy. — I’m yet to meet anyone who loves a breakup, nor have I met anyone who lists ‘breakups’ as one of their favourite pastimes. ‘I enjoy hiking through the wildlife, watching sports and breaking up with people.’ When does anyone say that? But I’m sure some of my nearest and dearest…

Here’s what I learned about making money from trying to sell my knowledge. Or not, as it happened. — My first furore into the entrepreneurial world was as a website designer. And I thought I could make big bucks without design clients. A year into my business journey, I stumbled upon Udemy, which was in its infancy as an educational website. I didn’t know anyone who had created an…

And I’m not sad I’m leaving my once monogamous relationship. — “Why didn’t you seek a second opinion?” asked my new gastroenterologist when I told him how a scalpel-happy surgeon removed my gallbladder. I looked at my new doctor, almost ashamed I hadn’t reached his conclusion independently. I wanted to explain the implicit trust I felt for my former doctor. When…

And my problems with associating the two concepts. — I experience a constant undertone of criticism in my life. It’s because I don’t like camping of all things. Yeah, I know, go figure. People love to give me hate because the idea of going camping isn’t my ideal holiday. …

I should be ok, with my changing situation but I can’t figure out if I’m happy I’m losing friends. — When I was eighteen, I had thirty people I would call “best friends”. When I was twenty-one, and celebrated the coming of age, there were roughly a hundred and fifty friends who attended the party. When I was twenty-nine, and walked down the aisle to my beautiful husband, we had…

And he saved me from a night of friendship-induced misery. — Going to the backpacker's hotel when you’re not a backpacker seems weird. A little desperate, if you will. That’s what I told my friend Emily when she suggested we go to the one here in Melbourne. She justified the visit with the fact that no other bars were open because…