Sometimes you come to a point where there’s nothing more you can do. You love and respect each other, but it’s not working. So you amicably decide to part. I don’t know what the future holds: a lot of people get back together after they break up.
I’ve spent a lot of time in my life dedicating myself to love or the pursuit of love or the understanding of love. And now I’ve stopped believing in happy endings and I’ve started believing in good days.
You can’t treat a romantic relationship the same way you do a business one, by being bossy. It takes tender, compromising, loving tactics. And that’s such a different approach.
I decided very early on that it took too much of my energy to pretend to be someone else. People will make up their minds about me whatever I do or say, but at least I know I am being true to myself.
I was raised in that generation where it was all ‘Women can have it all!’ and I don’t think you can. I think something falls off the table. The good thing is that the things that stay on the table become so much more important.
If you’re going to be alive and on this planet, you have to, like, suck the marrow out of every day and get the most out of it.
When it comes to business, I am a woman, and when it comes to relationships, I am a child. I just haven’t figured out how to bring the same confidence and conviction I have in the boardroom to my romantic relationships.
The low points I had all helped make up my character, so I probably wouldn’t want to do away with them because I like being flawed and I like having them help me grow and change and become better and stronger.
I never act my characters – I am them.
I really want to understand the mind so I can be more comfortable with the way people are. Being comfortable with people is incredibly important.
I want people to be blown away when I do what they don’t expect.
I’m just learning who I am and how relationships work and how to make them function. No different from anyone else.
I just want to make sure I have a sense of balance between work and life, because work is my life and the lines can get really blurry.
I feel like I came out of the womb and was punted – there you go, out in the world!
To be honest, I don’t have data in my brain of how a relationship with a man is supposed to function.
I definitely don’t think that I’m hot doo-doo. I don’t.
I am obsessed with ice cubes. Obsessed.
I’m so in control of my life, you shouldn’t dislike anything I do-because I’m not only in the best place I’ve ever been, but it keeps getting better and better.
It’s the worst when you’re kissing someone who’s not a good kisser, and you’re trying to make it look good, but you feel like you’re just working on your own.
My therapist says I still haven’t got in touch with my anger. Maybe one day I’m going to explode. But I’m still really happy. I know it looks like a strange and painful upbringing – all those experiences led me to the paths that I’m on now.