Breaking up with a Hair Stylist

I think that I need to move on.  I am just not happy anymore.  He used to make me feel like a million bucks but now I don’t feel like I am appreciated.  Although I keep coming back, I don’t know why.  I know that I can do better. 

 

How do I break up with my hair stylist?  This was the thought that consumed me for the start of the year.  I had been going to the same stylist for almost two years but my bad hair days started to outweigh my good hair days.  Not that Sean* was a bad guy but I thought that my hair deserved the chance to be turned over to someone else’s talented hands.

 

Do I start seeing other stylists and not say anything?  I know that Sean would know if my ends were trimmed differently let alone if my 6 weeks of new growth suddenly disappeared.  Do I try to creep over to the stylist two chairs down?  It really isn’t worth the drama.  I could only imagine the cold stare I would earn if I did that.

 

Do I try to salvage the relationship?  We had been through a lot.  He was there to listen when I broke up with my boyfriend.  He shut up and just massaged my scalp after a bad day at work.

 

Then I remembered the feeling of getting a surprise full inch “trim.”  The ever more frequent debate that I had to endure about whether my hair was ever going to regain it’s glory began to grate my last nerve.  “Maybe your hair just can’t grow any longer,” Sean said.  “Yes, it can… I have pictures,” I answered.  You know that I almost brought in old pictures to set him straight but then I realized that the hair salon should not be on the same level as a presidential debate.

 

So, we broke it off.  I called him and said that I needed to go in a different direction with my hair.  I felt like I owed him more than to just do “the fade.”  He said, good luck.  We ended it on good terms.