Bringing on the Heartbreak
The song was on the radio this morning.
But it got me to thinking…. heartbreak is a serious condition. It hurts more than physical pain. Well, most physical pain, I think. You grieve, you rage, you pine, you pretty much become a sad sack of emotions. And if there is a cure for it, I have yet to find it.
By the way, anyone else think that “heartbroken” sounds like “Hoboken”??
I remember back in high school, my ex-boyfriend sent a mutual friend to let me know we were breaking up. On Valentine’s Day. During lunch hour. I was young and stupid and just mourned for that loss.
I can tell you right now that if he had done that to me now, I would have exacted revenge via billboard to let everyone in town know what a coward he was for doing that.
And how would y’all deal, or have you dealt with a broken heart?? And were laws fractured a time or two?? 
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Long ago, I came home from work to find The Boyfriend had moved out, lock stock and barrel. He left a note where the TV used to be informing me he’d moved in with a girl we both knew from our paintball team. Apparently he and I had been shaky and he took the opportunity to “spend my life with a REAL woman.” Well then.
I also discovered in the mail that same day a letter (this was pre-internet days) from a Very Good Employer to whom The Boyfriend had applied for a job. When I opened it, (yeah, I tampered with the mail. Pffttt.) I found it was a job offer, with a very nice salary.
Somehow that letter fell into the garbage disposal. Oopsie.
Last I heard, he was working at Walmart.
I got jilted on the eve of my graduation ceremony for Basic Training, Seriously. Jilted, in 1996. I didn’t think that happened anymore. Anyway, we canceled the wedding plans and I shone as the marker for my platoon. Then I got drunk.
About a year later, I was pretty hung up on this nice French girl, one of my roommate’s language instructors. We hooked up, hit it off and she went back to Montreal for a visit. While she was there, she was gunned down by some miserable son of a bitch. This is right around the time a couple of my friends had been killed as well. One on tour and another fell asleep driving back to base from meeting his brand new niece.
I didn’t realize it until just a few years ago, but after all that I crawled into a rum bottle for the better part of a decade.
I’m feeling much better now.
My first wife moved in with a Jodie while I was on deployment. I reconciled with her later, but on hindsight should have let the bastard have her permanent, would have been the best revenge.
“And if there is a cure for it, I have yet to find it.”
Strippers, lots and lots of strippers.
I’ve only been seriously heartbroken once. It happened about 20 years ago and I’ll let you know when I fully recover.
After nearly thirty years, I still can’t find the words that describe the devastation.
If I learned anything, it was nobody is as strong as they think and emotional trauma can be as destructive as the worst of physical trauma.
Ruined me.
Me too.
I drank a lot.
In retrospect it wasn’t my best idea ever.