Two years ago, the same girl I referenced (she has her reasons, valid, I respect her), and I had a clusterfuck of a misunderstanding on my birthday...and my poorly fuckwired brain short circuited and I imploded...I spent my birthday alone at a mafia restaurant, crying through my meal...every minute I received supportive messages, encouraging me to hang in, hang on, I was loved, I was cared about...the sender was a girl 2000 miles away. I had a crush on her in Grade 8, 42 years earlier. She never knew I existed. I sought her out on facebook and explained who I was and how I remembered her, and that I had a crush on her in 1972, the last ever puppy love crush...she was amused and instantly became a great friend. This happily married woman with a cook radio dj husband and an amazing daughter, was hurt at what I was going through at that moment, and kept messaging me non stop to help me get through it. It worked.

So, yell, scream, curse, cry, get drunk, (don't hurt yourself or anyone else), get a pity lay (I was offered but politely declined both breakups), and let time heal. Strangers we are but we got your back, the same way others had ours when we needed them.