Breaking Up is Really Awful - How to Deal?

Breaking Up is really awful isn't it? Regardless of your role in the break up, it is equally horrible. When I was 16, I was exactly like every other teenage girl. I had the best boyfriend ever. I loved him so much, I would have died without him. We would last forever, as we had already been together for a year. In reality, he was a rotten guy. If I had been wise enough to listen to my parents, it would have been so much easier on me. My parents thought things were too intense, they restricted me from seeing my beloved Ben. He broke the news to me at school, he had to move in with his dad, 200 miles away. My parents were thrilled, I was a wreck. Ben and I promised to stay together, and find a way for it to work. For six months we wrote daily letters, we talked for 20 minutes a day on the phone, at least. It seemed possible that we were really going to be together forever. One day a package arrived for me, from Ben. I opened it to find all of our photos, my letters, and mementos from our relationship. A note explained that he had met a girl at school,and well it was over. He now, loved her. He was starting college in the fall, and moving again, and he didn't think it was right to 'toss' the memories.

Wow, that hurt. I had never been broken up with before. When I was finally ready to date again, I met a guy that I liked and we began a casual relationship. I grew tired of the infrequency of our time together, and his flaws were just obvious when we were together. This time I had to do the breaking up. I knew he really liked me, but I wasn't as crazy about him. I didn't want to be the bad guy. I knew he worked, and went to college, in addition to living 25 miles away from me when we met. I didn't want to be selfish, but I wanted to be happy. I evolved to a telephone break up this time.

Soon after that I met two guys, who I was interested in. I went on a few dates with one of them, things were going well. We went to a party, got really drunk, and as he tried to kiss me, I threw up. Needless to say, he didn't ask me out again, and he would not return my calls. I tried to explain I wasn't feeling well, but he didn't get it, and moved in for a kiss anyhow, then got mad at me!? I got over that even faster, I stopped trying to call after the third call.

As I explained why my date was so horrible to the other guy I was interested in, he gave me a hearty laugh, and said "Although I feel bad for you and him, I am also glad because I didn't think he was right for you." Within a month, we were together. We have been inseperatable ever since.

Break Ups are really bad for both parties. It is not fun to hurt someone you cared for, and it sucks to be the one getting hurt. However, we all deserve happiness, and why would you want to be with someone who didn't want to be with you?