I am going through the worse break-up of my life, and I can't help doing all the stereotypical break-up rituals. I cry; I read old correspondence; I think about the good times; and, I email friends to see how my ex is doing.
No, I am not getting a divorce or ending an affair with a lover. The love I lost is far more pathetic and perverse.
I am mourning the loss of a my job. I initiated the separation when I moved out of state, but it was a hasty separation. We had only been in this relationship for two and half years, and the honeymoon wasn't even over yet. Like most of other break-ups, I wasn't ready for it to be over. The relationship ended before it was fully explored. Over before I could wreck it like I have wrecked all my past relationships. I would have been dumped eventually, but knowing it is no consolation for the experience.
I am used to exs leaving me in the dust and moving on quickly. After Michael, Patrick, Harry and Brian dumped me, they all went to meet, fall in the love with, and marry my replacement. (Pretty sure Patrick was engaged and in the marital bed before I picked up my keys, deleted the white wedding dress, baby names, and mini-van from my hopes and dreams bank, and walked out the door).
Like all previous exs, my new ex has moved on and seems to be doing well with out me.
Now it is time to put down the chocolate, turn off sad songs, and look for my rebound relationship.
