Brandi Glanville Quotes

At the end of the day, we need to do whatever it takes to move on. Don't be ashamed of any decision you make, and stay strong.

But after making love to him through tears and anger, I realized he was a perfect stranger to me now. How could I want something back that never existed? I couldn't unknow everything I had discovered, and I didn't want to. I liked the woman I was becoming - slowly, but surely - and I was interested in where this new road would take me.

Friends for life. These are the men and women that I cherish. Come rain or storm, we will always be there for one another. Maybe that's the silver lining after having to deal with shitty people: you can truly appreciate the good ones.

I was married to the number one douchebag of all time.

How many times have you stopped midsentence to ask a waiter to take a photo and then spent the next five minutes fucking with filters to post it on Instagram? It's as if we have this strange obsession with proving to the world that we are, in fact, cool. Look, I'm totally guilty of this, and I'm not sure I ever intend to stop. It's just the culture we live in now, but it's important to keep things in perspective.

He kept telling me his affair was over, but I kept catching him in lies. He wouldn't shake this woman, and I simply could not trust him anymore.

I'm supposed to eat shit with a fork and a knife and say thank you when I'm done swallowing this crap?

I'm not everyone's cup of tea, but that's the great part: I don't have to be.

If you discover your partner is cheating, drink like it's your last party, blame everyone else for your problems, let "binging" be your new favorite hobby, and, by all means, FUCKING PANIC.

I think social media is the enemy of anyone going through a split. Technology is no longer just how we connect with each other, it's how we disconnect with each other. You used to be able to break up with someone (a boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife, or friend), and he or she virtually disappeared from your life. And that's the way it's supposed to be, isn't it?

It sounds bizarre, but I sort of understood why some people would cause physical harm to themselves when going through emotionally difficult times. Physical pain can make you forget just about everything else.

I had spent a year and a half in a total fucking tailspin, and guess what? I needed it. My life had shattered around me, and I needed to fall off deep end for a while.

It's actually quite the contrary. It's time to freak the fuck out, and that's not just acceptable, it's obligatory. The rug has just been pulled out from beneath your feet, and everything you thought you knew with absolute certainty has vanished. Absolute hysteria is just the beginning - you're about to embark on an entire roller coaster of crazy-ass emotions.

Sometimes you need to lose yourself to truly find yourself again. But at the end of the day, you have to know when to wake the fuck up and get on with your life.

Miserable people love to make other people miserable. I don't hate them, I just feel sorry for them.

Sure, occasionally a certain sappy song or romantic movie would come on, and you'd wonder what he or she was up to, but there was no way to know. Of course, you could always pick up the phone (and more recently, text or e-mail), but that would require that person's knowing you were thinking of him or her. Where's the fun in that? You never want them to know you're thinking of them, so you refrain. Before long the memories start to fade. One day, you realize you can't quite remember how she smelled or the exact color of his eyes. Eventually, without ever knowing it, you just forget that person altogether. You replace old memories with new ones, and life goes on. It was the clean break you needed to move forward.

I had yet to learn that while there's nothing wrong with elevating your partner, that should not come at the cost of your own identity.

The most surprising thing about breaking up is that you already know how to do it. Everything you need to know, you learned in kindergarten. Yours should always be better than his (especially when it comes to lawyers).

The moral of the story couldn't be clearer: you already know if your partner is fucking around behind your back, you just need to decide if you're done being a doormat. You need to wake up one morning and decide that those rose-colored glasses are so last fucking season.