Bastard broke up with me on a couch. This was the end of summer, so it's been a few months. And I'm doing great. I'm loving my alone-time because it's really given me a chance to just sit back and be my own person, make my own decisions, and not have anyone influence those decisions. And I felt like Slade definitely was.

We went to a relationship counselor. And she told us that we were in a life-stage conflict. And someone recently asked me what that "means to me." Basically, I feel that it means that I don't have my life together, and Slade does. He's ready to settle down, and I'm ready to buy tables of drinks for my friends at clubs. I absolutely think this is definitely for the best. And we're friends. He's one of the closest friends I have. He's an amazing support, he's an amazing partner. I still go to him for everything. Regardless of all of this, we remain very close.

And so Slade brought a date to the barbeque. And do you know what my first honest-to-God thought was? "Dammit. Why does she have to be hot?" If he was going to bring someone, he could at least have the common decency to bring someone unattractive. But I have to give it to her, she's hot. It was uncomfortable. My stomach was in a million knots. It was like having the wind knocked out of me. I wasn't expecting that. Nobody was. I mean, look at the reactions of everyone else. And so I went and sat with Shane. Which I'm sure everyone's going to be asking about...Shane was really comforting. He was there to let me vent. And it was good. And I think Slade got mad because he saw me sitting with Shane. Well, but he brought the date.