I love autumn. I love new coats, I still love back to school stationery whether I need it or not, I love the change in the weather and the show that nature puts on. I love the idea of pumpkin spiced whatever-the-fuck even though I don’t like the taste.
It’s all so beautiful, but how come I associate Autumn with being break up season as well?
Turns out the season of mists and yellow fruitfulness is chock full of new beginnings for many. Autumn doesn’t creep up quite as slowly as winter into spring or spring into summer.
New academic years, starting college or uni, or kids going back to school all hit you out of nowhere and before you know it the flip flops are packed away for next year and the chunky boots are out.
But more than anything, Autumn spells the end of something, ready for fresh starts that lie ahead.
That goes for relationships too. Could it be that Autumn is a natural break up season? It’s always felt like that to me, probably ever since the time I came back from a family holiday to Florida on the last day of August only to find my lovely, fun boyfriend of well over a year had swerved me and I would bump into him and his beautiful new girlfriend in the first week of college leaving me uncharacteristically speechless and very characteristically heartbroken.
A quick poll of Daily Struggle Twitter readers suggested a mixed response; more than half of respondents thought Autumn felt most like the perfect time for budding relationships, while far fewer associated the season with spelling the end of romance.
So is Autumn really a time when we tend to let things die off?
Well the truth is that any time is a good time to end a relationship that isn’t working for you (and especially if it’s in any way abusive), although I’ve always thought that any time between Autumn and Valentine’s Day are a terrible time to be on the receiving end of being dumped as we tend to put stock in doing cute things like Christmas markets, gift giving, and generally being all cuddled up together in the chilly weather.
I mean, god forbid anyone should experience the fate worse than death which is being single at Christmas, right?
Bella’s not like other mums – she’s a cool mum. If by ‘cool’ you mean addicted to carbs and dirty stories, with a special talent for doing the school run with yesterday’s knickers hanging out of the leg of her leopard print leggings. Writing about everything from taping your tits up with pot noodle lids, gag reflexes and how many people have stuck fingers up her bum (purely for professional reasons) she also has a cultured side: get on her for history, entertainment and social issues.
