{"id":768,"date":"2016-02-19T13:13:17","date_gmt":"2016-02-19T13:13:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/littlemisslesbo.com\/?p=768"},"modified":"2016-02-19T15:33:44","modified_gmt":"2016-02-19T15:33:44","slug":"down-the-rabbit-hole","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/littlemisslesbo.com\/?p=768","title":{"rendered":"Down the Rabbit Hole"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I hardly ever remember the moment I fell in love- I do, however, always remember when I fell out of love. Not only do I remember when I fell out of love I also remember what I was wearing, where I was, what the air smelled like, the feeling of blood rushing to my face, the utter heart break, despair, sense of panic and anxiety. The strange thing about it is I have a strange habit of falling and staying in love long after the break up.<br \/>\nLittle Miss Lesson Learned (LMLL) and I had been broken up for nearly 3.5 years when I finally fell out of love with her. The shit hurt more than our actual break up. I no longer have a shred of respect for her and that\u2019s fine- cause I doubt she cares. I\u2019m sensitive and I take all relationships seriously. DAB (Down Ass Bitch) is and always and will be greater than JAB (just a bitch) and a DAB can be moved to JAB, yet, a JAB will NEVER become a DAB (no promotions after demotions). When I fell out of love with LMLL it was a randomly warm day for December in Atlanta. It smelled like pizza (cause of where I was) my mouth was suddenly filled with the taste of every lie she had ever fed me (yes they have a taste) before, during and after our relationship, it felt like a battering ram knocked me down. The shock was only comparable to the first time she hit me in my face.<br \/>\nLittle Miss Wrong Timing (LMWT) and I had been broken up for nearly 5 years when she laid some news on me that toppled her from her petal stool causing me to fall smooth out of love with her. Oddly enough I had no clue I was still In love with her while dealing with LMLL (I know-SHITTY but that was before I learned to heal and deal\u2026) What I can say is that LMWT never ever lied about the heavy news and it was so long ago It hurt just a tiny bit- like \u201chey man you stepped on my foot!\u201d It smelled like lavender and vanilla (my plug in), I tasted confusion (like a jelly bean that could be key lime pie but instead was booger flavored)- but I was ok.&nbsp;<br \/>\nFalling out of love is the pits. For me falling out of love is much like when Alice falls down the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland. There\u2019s a whole bunch of useful shit but when you have no use for it. I\u2019m done talking about the past. I\u2019m in a happy space with a happy woman.<br \/>\nMy feelings are better expressed through song (sorta) The visual is more relateable.<br \/>\n<iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/OigFnuXL1NI\" width=\"420\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I hardly ever remember the moment I fell in love- I do, however, always remember when I fell out of love. Not only do I remember when I fell out of love I also remember what I was wearing, where I was, what the air smelled like, the feeling of blood rushing to my face, the utter heart break, despair, sense of panic and anxiety. The strange thing about it is I have a strange habit of falling and staying in love long after the break up. Little Miss Lesson Learned (LMLL) and I had been broken up for nearly 3.5 years when I finally fell out of love with her. The shit hurt more than our actual break up. I no longer have a shred of respect for her and that\u2019s fine- cause I doubt she cares. I\u2019m sensitive and I take all relationships seriously. DAB (Down Ass Bitch) is and always and will be greater than JAB (just a bitch) and a DAB can be moved to JAB, yet, a JAB will NEVER become a DAB (no promotions after demotions). When I fell out of love with LMLL it was a randomly warm day for December in Atlanta. It smelled like pizza (cause of where I was) my mouth was suddenly filled with the taste of every lie she had ever fed me (yes they have a taste) before, during and after our relationship, it felt like a battering ram knocked me down. The shock was only comparable to the first time she hit me in my face. Little Miss Wrong Timing (LMWT) and I had been broken up for nearly 5 years when she laid some news on me that toppled her from her petal stool causing me to fall smooth out of love with her. Oddly enough I had no clue I was still In love with her while dealing with LMLL (I know-SHITTY but that was before I learned to heal and deal\u2026) What I can say is that LMWT never ever lied about the heavy news and it was so long ago It hurt just a tiny bit- like \u201chey man you stepped on my foot!\u201d It smelled like lavender and vanilla (my plug in), I tasted confusion (like a jelly bean that could be key lime pie but instead was booger flavored)- but I was ok.&nbsp; Falling out of love is the pits. For me falling out of love is much like when Alice falls down the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland. There\u2019s a whole bunch of useful shit but when you have no use for it. I\u2019m done talking about the past. I\u2019m in a happy space with a happy woman. My feelings are better expressed through song (sorta) The visual is more relateable.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":769,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[2],"tags":[83,81,82],"class_list":["post-768","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-as-i-see-it","tag-fuck-it","tag-lets-tell-the-truth","tag-move-on-while-i-move-up"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4HIFu-co","jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/littlemisslesbo.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/02\/alice-down-rabbit-hole.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/littlemisslesbo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/768","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/littlemisslesbo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/littlemisslesbo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/littlemisslesbo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/littlemisslesbo.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=768"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/littlemisslesbo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/768\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":773,"href":"https:\/\/littlemisslesbo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/768\/revisions\/773"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/littlemisslesbo.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/769"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/littlemisslesbo.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=768"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/littlemisslesbo.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=768"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/littlemisslesbo.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=768"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}