How to deal with a breakup

I cracked myself up on that waiter/tipping thread. I had to reminisce.

 

I've gotten the Dear John ziggy, which I expected.
I got the ziggy once from a live-in, who immediately went to the bedroom and called her new boyfriend. That hurt.
I got one over the phone (a long distance thing) and that hurt even more.

They all suck. Let yourself wallow a bit, do stuff and listen to music that doesn't remind you of her, and try to move on. If you can't, find a professional to talk to. Don't wait 4 1/2 years like I did, figuring it would go away by itself. It still hurts, don't get me wrong, but I can watch the Oakland A's again, I understand my life a lot better and the mistakes I made before this doozy. Don't tough it out. Don't suppress it. Don't let it fester.

And the friends who tell you they "knew" it was coming in that I-told-you-so tone of voice? Ditch their sorry asses. Your friends will let you vent once or twice before helping you move on. But you don't need people treating your life like the postmortem of a football game.

Someone told me once the hurt lasts half as long as the relationship, which seems a little weird to me. Sometimes it helps to get back on the horse, as it were. And sometimes you need help. If you need it, get it. Life is too short to let events like that, and people like that, mess with your heart.

Good luck!

 

Shit, I wish. My last serious boyfriend, it lasted almost six months. Probably took me at least that long to truly get over it.

Bastard.

 

Last one was eight months. It's been almost two since the last time I saw him. I think I'm almost over it. Maybe once a week I miss him now.
So that theory is shot.

 

I'm guaranteed to see the girl I thought I was going to marry every four months or so...she's my dental hygenist.

Yes, I could have changed dentists. But I've been going to the same damn place for 15 years.

Anyway, the pain is doubled each time I'm in there -- my heart hurts nearly as much as my gums as she picks away at them.

 

Dude, switch your fucking dentist.
You're paying her to cause you pain ... and not the pain in your tooth.

 

Wow. All we need now is The Police's "King Of Pain" to complete this picture ...

 

I just listened to enough sad songs. The new one by Hinder is particularly personal.

 

Lots of instrumentals for me lately. Steve Hackett one hour, Chuck Mangione the next ... maybe some John Williams thrown in for good measure.

Words in music can sometimes be overrated. Sometimes.

 

Ah well, it all evens out. I was getting free dental care when we were dating.

She still hooks me up with free bleach for my teeth, too.

 

Don't think I haven't hummed that while sitting in that damn chair...

 

Wow, you're trusting.