Adele: The Heartbreaker & The Therapist

I had been avoiding Adele’s new song, Hello like I do most things that get an excessive amount of hype. The Notebook, the first touching Robin Williams tribute and the plethora of season finales that are still sitting in my Netflix queue have all fallen victim to my irrational fear of being let down.

It can’t be that good. 

People are simply following society-mass-formulated opinion… 

…I don’t even know what’s real anymore.

I’ll just avoid it.

I did, with Hello consider that fact that we’re I’m talking thinking about Adele, here… who has managed to creep her way into every single relationship and life experience I’ve ever had, therapeutically slapped some words together and gave me all the feels, every single time.

…But it can’t be that good.

I was in the bathroom the other day when I heard it echoing off the walls of our modest pocket-sized house. In some last ditch effort to remain out of the loop, I convinced myself it wasn’t what I thought it was.

I think it was the song she sang for James Bond.

Yeah. That’s what it was. 

Husband Hey, have you heard the new Adele song?

Me Nope.

…But, I’m pretty sure I just did like, 2 minutes ago.

Since then, I’ve unapologetically listened to Hello, 5,372 times… fairly repetitively. While hanging on to every word, it irked me that I hadn’t come up that slew of perfect words in my journal years ago.

I have to assume Adele has done her fair share of heartbreaking – giving her stories to tell that are not often (eloquently) told from a woman’s perspective. I’m not proud of it, but I’m someone who is much more familiar with breaking hearts, opposed to the alternative.

He had no problem telling me how he felt, what he wanted, how long he was willing to wait it out & that he knew I was the one for him. I repaid him by cheating on him, lying to him, ignoring his calls & sending him away when he surprised me at my doorstep. Worst of all, I had all my friends convinced he was some crazy dude who lived 5 hours away & wouldn’t stop calling. “He’s like obsessed with me!”

-Me. [my quite uncommon love story]

Perhaps that’s why I relate to the heartbreak queen…

I’ve called 1,000 times. I’ve felt the need to apologize and been dismissed before the words could exit my mouth. I’ve been (justifiably) ignored, giving an ample amount of time to ponder on the what ifs. There has to be a vast array of people who have been on the side of a failed relationship, where it went downhill because they’re the asshole… this is the song for those folks (me).

Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I’ve tried
To tell you I’m sorry for breaking your heart
But it don’t matter, it clearly doesn’t tear you apart

Girl breaks a heart. Girl over analyzes every mean thing she said, every lie she told and remorse shows up to the party. Do men do that after they break a heart?

If they do, I’m positive they don’t do it like Adele.

Umar Has It

Adele, Rumor Has It came on the radio this morning.

Favorite Thing #492: Hearing a song that prompts memories I forgot all about.

I’ve never held back when it comes to belting out songs in the car… and that certainly did not change after I had my little man-monster.

When my now 8 year old, was younger we were having a jam session to Adele

[oxymoron, kinda]… 

When it was over he innocently asked me:

Mama…what do you think Umar has?’

All along, he thought we were singing Umar has it. 


I’m not one for ending fun conversations, so I played along for a while; we went over the plethora of possibilities of things that Umar might have.

Cinnamon Rolls, Trucks, A tummy ache, Legos, Books, An awesome mom……………

The list went on for quite some time.