There is no grief like heartbreak.
(mother)" She used to tell me to get my nose out of my book and go get some fresh air.
In days that follow, I discover that anger is easier to handle than grief.
Sorrow comes with so many defense mechanisms. You have your shock, your denial, your getting wasted, your cracking jokes, and your religion. You also have the old standby catchall—the blind belief in fate, the whole "things happening for a reason" drill.
I don't break up, I trade up
I had never understood what people meant when they said they'd rather be alone if they couldn't be in the right relationship. Now I got it.