It's a party!

When I was in college I liked this guy who liked me back.  Because he liked me back I decided he wasn't the right guy for me afterall.  I broke up with him.  He was broken-hearted.  He was so broken hearted that he got a new haircut, a new wardrobe and a new girl friend.  He looked better than he ever had with me.  I wanted him back.  I told him.  He told me that he was happy and that I had made him unhappy.  I had a hard time understanding that.  Such a hard time that I talked about it endlessly to my roommate.  She understood at first.  She listened at first.  But there's a limit.  No matter how good a friend is eventually they will come to a point where they just don't want to hear it anymore.  She reached that point.  I searched out new friends.  They listened.  They reached their limit.  I searched out new friends.  Eventually--many friends later--I realized that I had to stop talking about it.  No one wanted to come to my pity party anymore.  And so now decades later (and I swear I no longer care about that guy) I realized that there should be somewhere you could go when you need to tell just one more person about some of the terrible heartbreaking things going on in your life...when no one you know wants to hear about anymore.  That's why this blog isn't my pity party it's R pity party.  Let the sadness begin.