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Though most of us have experienced at least one painful break-up in our lives, how we choose to recover, and how long it takes... Love Hurts: My Breakup Story

Though most of us have experienced at least one painful break-up in our lives, how we choose to recover, and how long it takes varies from person to person.

The length of the relationship doesnt necessarily correlate to the recovery process.

Regardless of whether the relationship lasted ten weeks, months or years, being rejected hurts.

What follows are some notes from my most painful break-up.

I tried to break it down into phases, but it should be noted that I, personally, fluctuated between the recovery stages. Plus, its not uncommon to feel many of the stages concurrently.

Goodbye to The One

Though I’ve had several relationships in my life, I think I have only ever really been in love one time.

As cliched as it may sound, I truly believed this man to be a soul mate,Right up until the day he dumped me with that one, quick, international phone call (on my dime, no less).

 

I had felt our love was the type that would stand the test of time.

For years, he treated me like a princess never giving me reason to doubt him or his love. But with that call, he obliterated our relationship leaving me to feel shell-shocked and abandoned.

Phase 1: My Reaction

When I got the call, I cried non-stop for the first four or five days (and off and on for the next month!)

As we spoke, I kept repeating things like I cant believe this is happening to me and asking It just didnt seem real, and I wondered when I would wake up from this horrible nightmare.are you sure?

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I didnt eat or sleep for the first two days. By the third day, my friend Jenn, whos a nurse, came around and forced soup down my throat (at the timeI wasnt a soupy type of person).

She sat with me sympathetically for hours those first few days not having a clue what to do or say.

By the fourth day, I was back on solid food, but even then, my appetite remained off for several weeks.

It was shocking how someone who supposedly loved me like no other could simply cast me aside like a piece of old garbage.

It surprised EVERY ONE of the many people who knew us as a couple.

Next: Mental Turmoil

After the phone call, for the weeks that followed, the range of emotions I felt was often overwhelming. I was angry that he could seemingly ruin my life with that one, simple phone call. I was angry at myself for him having that power over me.

The pain engulfed me, and at times it seemed never-ending. I felt like I was literally buried, eye-ball-deep in sadness.

I felt robbed of the beautiful future that I thought we would have together. We had just moved into the type of home that you start a family in.

I wasso hurt that he could just transfer his affections to someone else, literally over night, and seemingly without batting an eyelash. I was amazed at how hard this hit me.

I ached to the very core of my being. It was worse than anything I had ever experienced in my life, yet at the same time as this wide array of emotions I also felt numb.

Tormenting Questions: Why Why Why?

How could I be so foolish, stupid, and oblivious? I was so embarrassed that I never saw it coming. I was totally blind-sided. I felt confused because we seemed so happy. I thought we loved each other. I thought we cared for each other. Many friends, seemingly, envied us. Our sex life was great and frequent (well, in my opinion anyway). Our friendship strong and Id describe our communication as open and respectful. Simply put, we were good together, we gelled or so I thought.

How was the last toknow? How could I have been the only one in this relationship that was blissfully happy? How could I be so stupid?

I felt so humiliated that I could not have known him like I thought I did. I began to wonder if we ever REALLY know someone. I began to question absolutely EVERYTHING that we said and did over the past several years together. Was it all just a big lie? Was it all just an illusion?

There was the feeling of being soul-destroyed. Everything I had ever grown to believe in was shattered in an instant. All my hope vanished and for the weeks to come, I could not see a light at the end of the tunnel. The one question I kept asking myself was what have I done to deserve this?

The Competition

I was jealous because he had a new and exciting relationship. He had someone to take to the beach, to snuggle up to, and to kiss passionately whenever he wanted. I tormented myself with visions of them in my head. The mind can be a very cruel thing. I pictured them in the bed wed bought together; going to the places we used to go; watching TV in the house we had just bought; lounging in our new garden; and driving the car that I had picked out. Yes, he appeared to have everything. I, on the other hand, felt like I had nothing. No one to kiss, no place to live, no car to drive, no job and worst of all no love. I felt life was VERY unfair.

On to Those Worries

Fears ofbeing on my own gripped me because I had never been on my own. I was afraid I could not support myself. What if I wasnt strong enough to make it on my own? What if no one would ever fancy me or love me again? What if never would have sex again? How would I learn to trust again? How would I regain my will to live again? I feared that I might do something foolish. I wondered if I might be manic-depressive or bi-polar. What if I never stopped crying?

Ultimately, I worried that I would always feel this lost and scared and alone.

What next? Get a job? Find as nice place to live? Move to London? Move back to California? Stay in Scotland? Date? Movies? Write? Work?

Cue:The Mad Crazies

I plotted revenge in the most gruesome of fashions. All my empathetic (and yes devious) friends gave me the most creative ideas of how to get back at him/them. They suggested watercress in the carpet, cutting up clothes, hair removal crme in the shampoo, fish in the floorboards or wall cavities you name it, I heard I!

The revenge fantasies worked for a while but eventually I got bored and opted for a more positive form of revenge.

Besides, what comes around goes around and I didnt really want the bad karma!

During this phase one does something totally out of character. For some it might be drinking heavily, drugs, heading off around the world, drastic makeovers, or having flings.

After a month or so, the shock had subsided slightly and the fears were less haunting. I opted to have a fling (or two) which is very out of character for me. It did however allay my fears that no one would ever find me attractive (or sexy again). It worked. It was brief but it did the trick and I have no regrets.

For reasons I cant really explain, it was at this point that I began to be a bit more forgiving of both my EX and HER. He wasnt a bad person he was just lousy at endings.

In true change your hair change your man style, I lightened my hair, bought some sexy new clothes and underwear, got a bit of a tan and worked out a lot!

I started to feel a bit better. My confidence came trickling back. . .

Acceptance& Looking Forward

Eventually, approximately six weeks after the break-up, a new feeling emerged: RELIEF. I was so glad we never got married and that we never had kids. If we had done, I would be forced to see this man for the rest of my life. Besides, if he could do that to me (and the girl before me) hell probably do it to hereventually! So what? Who careshes out of my life. Good riddance.

I began to feel liberated and excited about the possibilities that now lay before me. I was excited by the challenge of becoming truly independent! I started to view the break-up in a totally new light by vowing to see it as an OPPORTUNITY and not the end of the world.

I was determined that I never wanted to feel this bad again. I was determined to not only make it on my own but to prosper. Yes, this break-up was a blessing in disguise. It is in times of great adversity that we grow and learn the most about ourselves.

In the early stages, I had practically wished hed get killed in a car crash. Then, the vindictive side wished he would get dumped to see how it felt. The vengeful side wanted to make him pay for what he had done to me. The nave side wished hed come back begging. The insecure side wanted him to come back and take care of me. Then, the independent side took over and I didnt really care what happened to him (or her). Whether they were blissfully happy or fighting all the time it made no difference to me.

As I began to put the pieces of my life back together, I came to the conclusion that he (they) didnt matter in the great scheme of things. It was OVER. The best thing for me to do would be to focus on myself and no one else.

Once I was paid off (from the house), I moved into a place of my own. I bought a 44 for myself. I got a good paying job. I started to settle down and feel good about myself again. After having the rug pulled out from underneath me, it was no small feat, I can tell you! If I can do it, you can do it too.

How I Coped

I ran up huge phone bills calling all my wonderful family and friends around the globe. They were amazingly supportive knowing just when to be harsh, and when to simply give me gentle pep talks. The ones I didnt call were emailing me daily and still just as supportive. I am very blessed with supportive friends. If it werent for them, I might not be here now

I filled journal after journal describing every possible emotion experienced. (They are totally enlightening to read now).

I also bought St. Johns Wort in hopes that it would help me sleep better. (It didnt).

 

I watched some of my fave TV shows again and again.

Consumedcountless self-help books to try and understand why this happened.

 

Learn from thebreakup

I decided to learn as much as I could from the break-up. I learned where I went wrong and what I do/dont want in my life now.

Next time, I will attract a person who is actually loyal and faithful on top of everything else.

I made manic compilation tapes expressing the anger, confusion and bitterness that I was feeling internally. (They worked a treat and are even great to listen to now!).

 

Source: SoYouHaveBeenDumped

 

 

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