So, my boy and I broke up about two-and-a-half weeks ago. It was pretty simple; I moved, and while he was considering moving with me, he ultimately decided that the career opportunity he had back in Scotland was more important. On the surface, I can’t assign much blame to this decision – I moved to London for a career opportunity, so it would be a little hypocritical to get all hell-hath-no-fury on this point.
There are a few mitigating factors that piss me off, however. For one, this career opportunity is nothing like a golden career opportunity in that it’s not the absolute fulfillment of his lifetime hopes and dreams – it’s just a year-long course that his company has offered to pay for, in a profession for which he doesn’t have particular passion. Whereas, in London, he would have the chance to pursue something he truly is interested in, not to mention that I offered to foot the bills for a couple of months while he sorted himself out. Honestly, if a guy I was mad about (as he’s professed to be about me on multiple occasions, sans prompting) offered me the chance to move to one of the most exciting cities in the world and support me while I pursued my dream job, well, I wouldn’t be too damn upset about it.
Another thing that pisses me off is that we agreed that I would move and we’d go long-distance until Christmas before making a final decision. This is something that we were going to do together, with discussion, but what actually happened is he made the decision he wasn’t moving and broke it to me the weekend of my birthday. Yeah, I asked him about it on the Friday (and being fair, there is really no good time to break this kind of news), but it was still my goddamn birthday weekend in a brand-new city and, yeah, it was crushing. Then we got to spend two more passive-aggressive days together during which I cried profusely and he looked pained. But in between the crying jags and the desperate mutual declarations of love and the home repair I forced him to do (had to take advantage of the drill he brought with him to hang my curtains), we still managed to have a good time. Because we always have a good time, and this is why I miss him.
He’s been my partner, my companion, and my go-to support system in a strange land for the last nine months. It took about seven months for him to even convince me to be his girlfriend (I am terribly commit-o-phobic) but once I got there, I was there.
Here’s what hurts the worst. I’ve never lived with anyone before, aside from my freshman year roommate at college (they paired me up with a non-smoking virgin from Nepal, and lovely as she was, we were voted house “Odd Couple” for a reason). With him, this was a big step for me, but something I felt prepared for, for the first time in my life. I was willing to share a bathroom with this man. Why?
Because I love reading in bed with him at night, snug under the sheets and engrossed in our respective books. I love making omelettes on a Saturday while he checks the football scores, and how every omelette I make him is declared the “best ever.” I love the fact that he submits to my Friday Night Horror FilmFests with good humor, even though it’s not his cup of tea. I love that he’s a sci-fi/fantasy geek, and not too bad at football himself. He can also cook and knows how to tile a bathroom.
I love this funny thing he does, where he makes a point with every meal he eats to save the best bite for last; in comparison, I eat all my favorite bits first and then make do with the rest. I love his sugarbowl ears that I want to tug on, his smile, and the way he looks in the striped pants I forced him to buy, which he now admits were an excellent purchase. I love that he can keep up with my mood swings and calm me when I’m anxious or upset or being a nutball. I love that I told him we were having a Living Room Dance Party when it was too cold to go out, taught him how to boxstep, and then he would dorkily practice it in the street. I love that he drives me to the grocery store and gets grumpy on the way home because we took almost three hours, but that I can get him to laugh about it.
I love that I can be myself around him, good, bad, and ugly, and he is always attracted to me, and he makes me feel beautiful. I love that we have an amazing sex life, and cannot be in a bed together without reaching for each other. Most of all, I love that I am unremmittingly happy to see him. I was always too lazy and cold to trek over to his apartment during the week and he would always, always, shove on a hat and coat and come over to see me, no matter how late I called him. I loved it the first time he said “I love you,” and although it took me a couple of weeks to respond, when I did, it was in truth.
For the first time in a long time, I saw a future there. Maybe not forever, but I thought we would be a good team, and if our ground was solid enough, it could develop. I was open to the possibility. I have gripes about him, of course. He’s not the man I thought I would be with, but sometimes love wallops you upside the head and you forget that you were supposed to be with someone taller, older, more accomplished, with a better job. That can fall by the wayside.
So, how I dealt with the breakup was my own personal way. I didn’t talk to my friends or family for over two weeks, because I needed to grieve it. I couldn’t talk about it and I couldn’t blog, because it was all I could speak or write about and I needed the initial pain to pass. To speak or to write was/is to open the dams, and I was/am tired of crying. There is nothing original or insightful to say about mourning a breakup; it is all caterwauling in the darkness and feeling grateful to your friends for putting up with you. And I just didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to speak to anyone until I could do so without weeping at small kindnesses, and I wanted to hold myself together at work.
So what I did was watch seasons two through four of The Office. Every night, I opened a bottle of wine and watched American comedy shows, and failed to speak with the people who were worried about me. It’s my own selfish and self-protective way of handling things. I owe an apology to the people who really care about me and with whom I could not bear to communicate, but this is how I get through shit. It works for me.
Tell me in the comments how you’ve dealt with breakups in the past, because I’m open to further suggestions.
November 19, 2008 at 5:47 pm
To deal with the last breakup that devastated me, I immediately bawled like a baby to my roommate, then played a fighting game on my PS2. There was probably some booze involved as well. And at some point I called my mom, talked to her, and cried some more.
It was pretty good for the short term, but not great for the long term, as I am still not quite over it and probably never will be. (I’m tearing up as I type this, dammit.)
The most dramatic way I’ve responded to a break-up was to run next door (this was in college), fall on the floor of my friend’s room and sob hysterically. After I calmed down a bit, I grabbed the half bottle of cheap pink champagne I had leftover from my birthday and went outside, where Primal Scream was occurring (it’s an event before finals – everyone goes outside and screams to let some stress out). I screamed and swigged champagne straight from the bottle. Classy!
November 19, 2008 at 5:47 pm
Oh TF, I’m so sorry. That stupid, moronic boy! (are you already in that stage where you like it when other people abuse him, because if not, disregard that)
I haven’t been through a breakup in a while, which is not as fun as it sounds, because the reason is that I haven’t been in a relationship for a while either. But generally, I’m a wallower. I need to play breakup songs, like Lily Allen’s Littlest Things and sob to my heart’s delight and eat stuff that’s bad for you but tastes so good and make nasty faces at happy couples.
I’m not in London now, but I’d totally buy you a pint when I’m there in two months.
November 19, 2008 at 5:51 pm
Dude, I’m so sorry. That really sucks. (Understatement ahoy!)
On the coping side, I’m with you on the copious TV-DVD-show-watching. Any good, long, awesome series are a life-saver, and also something that’s cool anytime. (I’m into Bones at the moment, but Buffy and – I have to say it – Star Trek: Voyager have been there for me in the past.)
November 19, 2008 at 5:52 pm
@cate: Two things! One, I have a breakup almost ten years old that I am not over and was horrified when my psychologist told me I might not ever get over it, truly. I mean, she was slightly more encouraging in tone, but that was the basic message, so I feel you. Two, Primal Scream is pretty much the best thing about college and I recommend instituting it for adults. Maybe every Monday at 11:00 am.
November 19, 2008 at 5:53 pm
@Haguenite: I bash him in gentle ways. He is a complete moron, so I comfortable with that. Calling him an asshole would be different, you know? He is an idiot, but not a total cheesedick. I appreciate you making the distinction, and I’m looking forward to that drink!
November 19, 2008 at 5:54 pm
@Foz: Weird how that helps, right? People are shits but HBO (or sub) IS THERE FOR ME.
November 19, 2008 at 5:55 pm
@foz: Oh yes, the power of Buffy! I sunk away into a bit of a depression after the school year ended last summer and spent my days holed up in my room watching the complete series. It just felt like the right thing to do at the time.
November 19, 2008 at 6:12 pm
@TF: On the upside, you’re living in London. Woo! It’s one of the few cities in the world I can just wander around in with no purpose whatsoever and feel perfectly content. Also, West End. And free museums. Camden. Good public transport connections with quaint towns like Winchester. Platform 9 3/4.
I’m afraid that in January I’m going to do the exact same things I did the last times I visited. Except a Jezebel meetup, naturellement.
November 19, 2008 at 6:46 pm
i have just the slight inclination that you will meet a fantastic new bloke on the tube and that will he will have gorgeous teeth (natch). and if not right away, well i’m with everyone else — alcohol is a soul-soother (gawd, i’m full of s)
November 19, 2008 at 6:46 pm
i have just the slightest inclination that you will meet a fantastic new bloke on the tube and that will he will have gorgeous teeth (natch). and if not right away, well i’m with everyone else — alcohol is a soul-soother (gawd, i’m full of s)
November 19, 2008 at 7:02 pm
Sorry bunny. Been there. It sucked. Just take good care of yourself. The wine and comedy sounds great. I’m a big fan of DVD therapy.
I took up jogging after my Bad Breakup. Sounds all virtuous but was really because my doctor wouldn’t prescribe me more than a month’s worth of Klonopin and I realized that without the drugs, I needed to do something to wear me out so I’d be tired enough to sleep and hungry enough to eat. It worked. Further upside: when I had recovered enough for the obligatory post-breakup slutty phase, you could bounce a quarter off my ass.
November 19, 2008 at 7:11 pm
Jesus, Tailfeather, I wept reading this. So, so sad. What is WRONG with him? Why? Will he reconsider? How can he NOT reconsider?
As for handling breakups, for me it’s been different every time. The most recent was so awful it actually felt life-threatening. I was afraid the pain would kill me and I wouldn’t survive it. I retreated to my bed every night at 6 p.m. and spoke to no one unless I absolutely had to. I didn’t want to talk to my mother or siblings or even many of my IRL friends. I made friends online — you bitches and others I love equally in Canada — because it was easier speaking of my misery this way than having to look anyone in the eye and have them see the pain I was in, or having to cry in front of them.
I became a religious spin-class addict but I would cry on the bike, and no one would really know because you sweat so much while spinning.
So the exercise served to give me a serotonin boost, and acted as a bit of an anti-depressant, and slowly, slowly, with exercise and you gals and my best friend in the world, a dear guy who checked in on me several times a day and even got in his car and sped to where I was a few times when he was really worried about me, I got through it. My life was saved by the spin bike, my wonderful girlfriends and the best man I have ever known.
November 19, 2008 at 7:22 pm
My only serious break-up was right after college (long, complicated story), and it completely destroyed me. Like, move back in with your parent/s, stop talking and sleep-14-hours-a-day destroyed. My mom tried to wait it out with kindness, but there was no waiting it. It was my dad who saved me from floating away altogether. He said “you’re moving in with me,” and I did. He didn’t try to counsel me, he just made sure I ate and got dressed, and after a week or so, told me that it was time to get a job. And I got a crappy job, and hung out with my dad, in a city far away from my ex, and it got better.
So, my solution? You have to make a new normal. Which means work, and time. And a dad who will watch “Frasier” with you after the news, if you can swing it. Sorry, Tailfeather.
November 19, 2008 at 7:22 pm
@Trix: Funny, I got a little tear reading that. We first adored you as an internet person, and then you became a RL friend. That just shows you that the world is full of possibilites. And I know my breakup was not as devastating as yours, but you didn’t mention that or compete with my angst. That’s a good friend, Trix, and I’m grateful all you ladies are in my life.
@BeckySharper: I’m about to join an exercise class and I effing love the imagery of your ass as a military bed. TIGHT. I have enough Klonopin to get me through the next couple of weeks, thank dog!
November 19, 2008 at 7:53 pm
Aw, Tailfeather. I’m sorry. I could spout a lot of cliches like, “It takes time to get through this stuff,” but I know that you already know. Booze it up, sister. That’s what I would do. :)
November 19, 2008 at 8:09 pm
TF: Let’s hug!
November 19, 2008 at 8:13 pm
hey boo,
I do the same thing after a painful breakup, I can’t talk to anyone about it until I’m ready to and mostly spend hours and hours by myself. sometimes I would write out letters, to no-one in particular, just putting thoughts on paper. I def spent a lot of time wailing along to songs that make me cry. and I got shitfaced, a lot. inevitably there would be a 20lb weightloss (nothing like a BreakUp diet) which then prompts me to start getting over the last one by getting under the next one.
November 19, 2008 at 10:17 pm
I’m sorry for your heartache TF. I think isolation and contemplation are useful in the beginning. I know you recall the good times and the potential, but don’t forget to recall the unappealing and annoying. Sometimes we have to bring the negative to the head of the list to help us move on. That is how I have coped with loosing what was so precious to me. It pulls me back from the grimness and reminds me to move forward!
November 19, 2008 at 10:33 pm
i did the same thing when my boyfriend and i broke up – isolation. i wanted to be alone 24/7 because anytime i would face my family/friends they would all look at me with that look like “are you okay? are you gonna cry? are you gonna break?” and i just couldn’t handle those looks and i didn’t feel like talking about how i felt. goshhhh, everyone wanted to talk about feelings and all this bullshit, when the truth was i was as numb as a motherfucker. didn’t.want.to.deal.
November 19, 2008 at 11:06 pm
I have broken up with the same guy twice, and it was devastating both times. My initial reaction, both times, was to lie down on his bed and sob hysterically for hours and hours and hours, not eat for at least three days, and then find a girlfriend to feed me and listen to my complaints all night. The first time I spent the whole fall in shock, barely able to drag myself to classes and spending most of my time in bed, crying and/or watching comedy shows (The Office!) or listening to angry music. I hate sad music when I’m breaking up; I cry plenty without encouragement. Once I stop starving myself I eat a lot.
The second time I pulled myself together within a week and threw myself into classes (which I loved), decorating my room (my first ever single!), and spending more time with my friends. This mainly worked because I knew it was a good time for the boy and me to spend some time alone, developing other parts of our lives. Also because he’s an idiot who always starts liking me again a week after a break-up and wants to hang out all the time again and hook up, but that’s another story. It would be harder to have a permanent break-up with the kid, like if we graduated and moved apart, because part of what’s held me together through this one is the possibility that we’ll work things out and be stronger for the time apart … the permanence of the break-up is what kills me.
I’m sorry about the idiot guy, and I hope things get better for you. I’m a good example of people who handle them unreasonably badly, so I have no advice to offer, but I’m sure you can take care of yourself :)
November 20, 2008 at 3:50 am
One word – DISCO. I have found the regular playing of loud disco in the house and car at every opportunity lifted my spirits. Last night a DJ saved my life, ABBA and a million others filled my soul. DVD’s like the entire catalogue of The Wire and Arrested Development kept my thoughts from the usual self-flagellation that happens when your hurting and by the time I came out of my sensory distraction overload, I could cope. What an opportunity for you though. New country, new life – he just ushered in the beginning.
November 20, 2008 at 3:51 am
erm – you’re hurting. Forgive.
November 20, 2008 at 10:43 am
@jammirific: damn, girl.
November 20, 2008 at 11:13 am
My heart just broke reading this. I’m so sorry, babe!
For me, my favorite thing to do was drive around, listening to sad and angry music, crying and then getting mad. Granted, I know you’re probably not driving in London, but this will also work alone at home.
Oh, and booze! Lots and lots of booze!
November 20, 2008 at 12:52 pm
I had a recent breakup- about two weeks ago, and for some odd reason, he pretended he wanted to get back together, and was sweeter and more thoughtful than ever. It wasn’t for sex, we agreed we weren’t gonna do it at this particular point.
So after his appeal to guide him by letting him know how to make me feel safe and secure- suddenly today it is over again, and he states that he never really cared.
Okay, for an old, experienced woman I am stupid. I really don’t understand his behavior.
I am coping by abusing painkillers.
November 20, 2008 at 1:21 pm
To everyone who is having a difficult time, you have my empathy and my love.
November 20, 2008 at 1:22 pm
Uck. I’m sorry, TF. I find the best ways to get over breakups are:
-Write really bad poetry
-Save (but hide) said poetry to read later when you can laugh about it
-Find something new to do – something you and he have never done together, so there’s no danger of it triggering memories (art class, charity work, what have you)
Also, Michael Bolton said it best. Nothing cures a broken heart like time, love, and tenderness. Baby.
November 20, 2008 at 1:24 pm
Take up swimming. That way you can sob while you do laps and no one can really tell. Invest in boxsets of things like “Frasier”, “Spaced” and anything with murder mysteries. Watch them every night. Invest in quality wine (that way the hangover isn’t so bad the next day) and drink it with your shows.
And maybe buy some plates at charity shops and when you feel really angry, take the charity shop plates and throw them. It will feel good.
November 20, 2008 at 1:38 pm
Oversidi: Jesus. That is brutal. I hate the emotional yanking around, you know? Just so cruel and unnecessary. You can break up with someone humanely and kindly.
Painkillers: What kind?
November 20, 2008 at 1:40 pm
Trix, Tramadol.
November 20, 2008 at 2:15 pm
@oversidi: It sounds like he’s the one who should be on medication.
@all: I appreciate the advice and thoughts, and particularly the reminder that we’re all familiar with Break-Up Trauma and we’ve all managed to survive for another round.
I definitely have the booze bit covered, anyway.
November 20, 2008 at 2:35 pm
Thanks, TF. You are right, and I guess I realized this long ago, but I just coudldn’t let go. When it was good, it was phenemonal. And I don’t mean just the nekkid part. I think part of the holding on is because I am 47, and it felt like my last chance. I’ll stop the self pitying posts now.
I know all of have, are, or will suffer through this. You all impress me as strong women, and I know you will survive and love again.
Un beso,
oversidi
November 20, 2008 at 2:53 pm
@oversidi: I am a bellowing heap of self-pity right now. I think you’re allowed at least a month before you have to yank yourself up by the bootstraps and rejoin the human race. I raise my glass to you – because that wasn’t your last chance and this wasn’t mine! CUE GLORIA GAYNOR, BITCHES.
November 20, 2008 at 3:38 pm
Thanks TF I will survive!
November 20, 2008 at 6:43 pm
Ouch, I’m so sorry to hear about this.
My fairly unoriginal but time-tested break-up recuperation methods are as follows:
1. I spend money like it’s going out of style, which in and of itself is not good, but I try to spend it on things I will love and experiences I will cherish for years to come. Oh, and on things that will make me look and feel cute.
2. I also try and do fun and/or challenging things that I was putting off or wouldn’t have ever done when I was with the ex, and focus on feeling smug about how much better my life is becoming and how boring and limited the ex was.
3. I make new friends who don’t know the ex.
4. I focus on the worst things about the relationship and the ex for a while. Sure, in my heart of hearts I know that the ex wasn’t a BAD person (these are just my particular exes – there are certainly heinous ones out there with virtually no redeeming qualities), but remembering why it’s a good thing that the relationship ended/I’m away from them helps me to get over the heartbreak. I can start recognizing the good things about them down the line, after I’m feeling more serene. The mental smearing/venting to friends won’t really hurt them for now.
November 20, 2008 at 6:59 pm
You blog about it as it’s happening without any sense of recognition whatsoever. Enter WhoreBot!
http://www.onedatatime.com/dick_liker/2008/11/ive-never-fought-so-much-with-a-man-until-i-agreed-to-marry-one-i-met-my-fianc%C3%A9-through-a-mutual-friend-over-the-summer.html#more
Even Julia Allison was smarter than this ‘omg I’m marrying a guy who is just now telling me he has a problem with WHAT I DO AND HAVE DONE FOR A LONG TIME BEFORE HE ENTERED MY LIFE and I’m so upset we’re fighting about it because I’d rather pretend lack of much time together doesn’t make any difference in my world of Disney-level stupidity’.
November 21, 2008 at 9:18 am
Girl,you need gummy bears and a good break-up mix tape. K, Skinny or Trixie send the lady a care package.
Forgive the cheesiness:
November 21, 2008 at 9:48 am
So sorry to hear this TF. My heart has been jerked around back and forth by the same man for the last two and a half years and since I cut him free for good almost two months ago it’s been a process of sorting everything out and figuring out what parts of my life are mine and what parts were from him, what to keep and what needs to go because it would only remind me of the past and stop me from moving on. It gets a little easier with every passing week. I allowed myself the right to wallow for a month and then forced myself back into the world because I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he had that sort of power over me.
I must second Macho Strut’s suggestion of ‘new friends who don’t know him’, because if you merely bring him up in any sort of wistful way or hint at smoothing things out they’ll say something like, “Oh, that weinerdog mouthbreather you keep mentioning, really? The one who ripped your heart out and stomped on it until nothing existed but two boot prints in the ground? You’re talking to HIM?” and you feel guilty know that losing the respect of your friends for letting weinerdog mouthbreather back in isn’t worth it. Excellent reinforcement!
November 21, 2008 at 12:29 pm
You’ve all given TF and each other great advice, some of which i will steal and use.
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November 21, 2008 at 2:54 pm
@Amoureuse: Lady, that was my next post idea! And so key, right? I hadn’t thought of the Gummi Bears, though. Good call.
@macho strut & hamburgerhotdog: You are completely right on this point, and well articulated. I’m working on meeting some new friends right now and it does make a big difference.
Instead of being all comforting, they’re like, “Wait, you’re pining over a guy who decided not to move with you because of a faux-excuse?” (Obviously, this is due to my telling of the story and his friends would say differently). Then they say, “Forget about THAT dude.” And you think, hunh.
November 21, 2008 at 3:17 pm
Aw, babe, I’m so sorry. Stupid, stupid, silly man. Big hugs to you.
And I don’t really have any particularly profound remedies to add, except to echo friends and booze. And friends who booze it up with you. My other greatest tool is my guitar. Some people write poetry; I hammer out power chords and scream other people’s poetry at the top of my lungs, cry some more, and then switch to angry songs. Singing is v. therapeutic, at least to me.