My loss was figurative, because he is still alive and well. He got me to fall in love with him, allegedly he fell in love with me, and ended things without really communicating it to me. We weren't actually together, just really into each other. No one knew and I couldn't tell anyone because of reasons. We work together (only one more day left) and I saw him every day.

My sister was going through some seriously intense and heartbreaking stuff. I said to her once, I know you're having a difficult time, but so am I. She dismissed it as surely being a deceptively a difficult time for me - even though she had no idea what I was talking about. It made me both upset and very angry. She has a habit of making everything about herself, as though her troubles mean anybody else's troubles are completely insignificant, regardless of what they are. Her troubles are the only ones that matter.