Friends of the broken hearted

Everyone breaks up (everyone who dates that is). It’s just a part of life, and we all fawn over the devastated and let them sob on us and the like, but what we don’t talk about very often is the people behind the scenes and what they have to go through. I just went through a break up, actually I’d say I’m still going through it and I have many friends who are being an unbelievable web of support, I’d like to talk about what I’ve put them through in the last while and what I’ve heard others have had to go through. Within the first hour of the break up I had Anne come to my house bearing candy and treats and she sat with me and helped my drunk ass plant a herb garden for no apparent reason, She drove me to Coop to buy a chicken leg and some Chinese dumplings and then left me in the capable hands of the TV. My Roommate came home to me drunk and sobbing and covered in dirt from the garden and he didn’t even bat an eyelash, as far as I can remember (which is minimal) he asked as few questions as possible and gave me a wide girth of space. Within the first week I had 3 girlfriends rearrange plans so that I could have something to do and someone to talk to at all times. Anne emails me hourly. As a matter of fact today is the first day I haven’t heard from her before 9am since “the event”. What’s the deal Anne?? Think I’m all healed? GET IT TOGETHER WOMAN! I’m in pain over here! Speaking of which, I have been a rather demanding broken heat. Requiring laughter and friends and being quite dramatic (how out of character). I know that many people will spiral into a well of self loathing and inner pain, for me this means teenage angst returns and I feel like no one gets me and I walk around all misunderstood and dejected. Worst phase. Best phase is when I lose my mind completely and start dating someone immediately. I think this is the best! I’m not sad or mad, I’m on cloud 9! This person is great! And my friends are so lucky because they didn’t have to coach me through this, I’m so independent. What I don’t realize in my haze of infatuation is that my friends are stuck talking to and being nice to this complete idiot that I’ve attached myself to who is ridiculous enough to be my rebound. He probably picks his teeth and talks about himself nonstop, He might smell kind of funny and interrupt people when they aren’t talking about him. He probably talks too close to you and speaks in a baby voice or waves his pinky at me and I swoon for some godforsaken reason. I wear his jacket even when it’s not cold outside, we makeout at parties and don’t talk to anyone else. THEN, when I finally realize what I’ve gotten myself into I throw myself into a self loathing hate spiral and my friends have to pick me up from that. So, this time around I’m going to skip the insane rebound (if I can manage) and just dig my heals in. I’m in for a delightful summer of friends and fun and my vagina is on vacation! Thank you friends of the BH, I hope to be one of the best of you when I need to be.