How to deal with a breakup

She's way too professional to even think about messing with my teeth.

My mental well-being? Well, that's a different matter altogether.

 

Good idea, but the more important question remains. She never hummed that while picking at your mouth, did/does she?  

 

Well played. She hooks me up with free clove oil, too, for those especially deep cavities.

 

Nah, she's usually too busy babbling about this, that and the other.

I wonder if she gets pissed that I purposely don't brush or floss the week before my appointments.

 

Heh-heh. I WAS kidding, by the way. Just to clarify.

 

I think I'll just mention this on every board...my girlfriend broke up with me about a week ago after four years. It sucked, then a few days later, she said how she was now screwing her boss...it turned into rage. I just channel it into furious masturbating, that's my word of advice. Love yourself, it's the only one who won't hurt you.

 

Too much information ...

 

Jesus, what a bitch. Proof that men aren't the only ones that can be assholes.

 

More sob stories (didn't we just have this thread?). It's been a bad recent period for relationships around me. My parents divorced, after 26 years, in March. My last breakup happened in January:

I got an e-mail to end it at the end of the month (sucks doesn't it, Flash?), but I got three weeks of very short/curt phone calls before that and ignored attempts to discuss whatever "problem" she wouldn't tell me about. It turned out to be that she was "talking" to her ex again, which she finally admitted after 3-4 months of denying that she had feelings for him when I found out he had been calling her. She had convinced me once that it was just him that wouldn't leave her alone, him that didn't have "closure", him that still had feelings.

Yeah, not so much.

This was a 2-3 year relationship that went down the drain, one in which she had moved across the country to live with me for a year, then moved back home to "be closer to family" (I dunno what the fuck to believe about anything she says now), and then I moved all the way across the country, partly for my new and better job ... but, of course, mostly because of her.

I'm doing worlds better now than I was right after that -- a vacation to Arizona helped in March; and taking care of *myself* every day has helped, well, every day -- so I'm starting to move on now. Fortunately, I love living in my new state (I really did want to move out West anyway), but I'm still stuck in a pretty lonely situation for the most part. Didn't know anybody but her when I moved out here, and besides friends from work, I've only met a couple people that I talk to occasionally so far. So I do a lot of things by myself in my off-time, but I have fun. I go to ballgames, concerts, take long drives with the stereo blasting, explore new places, ride my bike for exercise around the college campus nearby and gaze at the coed beauties(!), treat myself whenever I feel like it -- to a good dinner, to a case of good beer, to a movie, to get something new for my place (I try to make my tiny-ass apartment somewhere I want to come *home* to, a real home, not somewhere that makes me feel depressed and alone.) Live for yourself -- try to impress yourself, not anyone else. That little adjustment will do you wonders.

So my advice, then, if I have any, is to learn how to be happy with yourself. Be happy by yourself, with yourself, for yourself. Work on that when you're single. Even if you've found your ultimate match -- the person who absolutely completes you -- you still have to be happy with yourself in order to make anyone else happy. Ultimately, when you wake up, you're the only face that's looking back at you in the mirror every day of your life.

 

Moddy's right. Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.

Whoever said this person did you a favor is right.

Life is way too short to give any more attention to some bitch who's banging her boss.

P.S. 22 yrs for me and the Spacebabe. And it ain't all been easy. But most of it's been fun. It's just your life. Stop acting like it's all so important. In four thousand years nobody will ever have heard of you and your problems. In the meantime, live.