While I’m not a fan of the massive amounts of over-sharing that occur on social media and the internet in general. And I typically feel that break up stories are best reserved for gossip magazines and other unsavory publications. I nonetheless, feel it’s important that I be honest with you all, dear readers, about a recent change to my relationship status.
I want to be diplomatic, and respectful to all parties involved, but know that I can only offer my perspective. So, here goes.
We broke up.
My hairstylist and I.
As many of you know (because I talked about her A LOT), it was a committed five-year long partnership, that started, as most relationships of this nature do, with starry eyes and giddy excitement over how fabulous she was! And how she just got my hair like no one else does. And how cool that sleeve tattoo was. And how what we had was unique and special.
Until it wasn’t.
She’s a great person. And a fabulous hairstylist too, actually – just not what I needed anymore. I think we perhaps became too familiar. At first, I loved that she just knew what I wanted without me having to explain. But then, when I started wanting different things, well, I felt like I wasn’t being heard.
Is it me? I often thought. Am I not articulating my expectations clearly?
Perhaps. Some of the time maybe. I am definitely guilty of giving in to the desire to be agreeable while in the chair, which I realize makes no sense, but is the truth. I wanted to agree and say yes to her suggestions, even though the inside of me was screaming, “Noooo! Not that again!”
So, after multiple, conscious attempts to be assertive and clear with my wishes, and still coming home disappointed (and $75 poorer!), I decided the time had come. And, I feel no regrets about it. Only relief, really.
I’d like to say the breakup was amicable, and that we’re still, you know, friends. But that just wouldn’t be true. It’s not that it was a dramatic split either, because well, I’m not actually sure she knows. I kind of just ghosted out. Didn’t say anything to her. Didn’t call. Just left.
I’m not sure I’m proud of my exit, but I also didn’t know what else to do. Should I have called and officially confirmed with her that I was leaving? Should I have written a letter? Not sure what breakup protocol is when it’s your hairstylist, so I admittedly, took the path of least resistance and just left.
In other news: I found another hairstylist, and she is great! I am head over heels.