A simple question about a not so simple situation. Tell us in 15 words or less, what you did after your last break-up. If you fancy, tell us which country you are from, how long were you together, and how long ago did you split.
Use prose, use puns, pour your heart out, or write guardedly -but keep your response limited to 15 words or less.
If you do not want your name or blogname to appear, let me know through the comment form.
The comment form on this issue is open till 15 September 2008.
On the 16th, we will simply use a final amalgamation of how we all react to such situations, and perhaps some interesting statistics will graph out.
Looking forward to hearing from the bloggers, the non-bloggers, and the wannabe bloggers.
I've received a few comments which are more than 15 words (some way way way way -whew, more). I've published some initially but will be deleting these in the near future. Please do re-submit within the word limit.
Folks thanks for your comments, just a postscript here.I am currently travelling and dont have much access to internet. Hence you have 2 more days to leave your comments. I will post the results v soon. Best,xx.
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Oh wait -- I didn't follow the format...
After 5 weeks in 1998 it ended. Going home, I ran into my present housemate on a bridge. We both said: 'I've finished with...' Gawping at the co-incidence, we went for cocktails.
I went swimming. Emotion exhausts me, and it seemed easy(ier) to stay afloat in water.
I rested in my old bed at my parent's home thinking everything would be OK.
Narrowly escaping, drove to my parents.
I went to UK and studied furiously-did not allow myself to think of him.
Ro, Ethiopia.
Smoked lots of cigarettes, cried oceans, went to see a Jungian therapist friend of mine, with my ex! Read Women Running with the Wolves (a must), and found a good lover....
was in UK,went to weep at my bestfriend's and did lots of prayers.Alhamdulillah.
Drank and smoked the evening away with friends, and felt suprisingly ok the next day.
New target,
waited,
waited,
danced,
danced,
(a month passes)
Sigh,
He gets it!
Kiss,
*Love*
Concentrated on work, continuously believing that time would heal
I let it go...believing that things had changed and it was never mine anyway...but I wonder if relationships change or if we change in our relationships?
cried, called mom, cried, felt better, cried, called friends, cried, thought, felt better, moved on.
After my last breakup, I dated another girl.
I drank, woke up and went some place on my motor bike.
I was miserable - abused him, cried and moved on...until we bumped into each other again after 4 years, laughed over it and started all over again!
screamed..yelled...cried...smoked a thousand ciggs...drank for a week straight...then got myself together and started thinking logical... sorta.
Listened to the rhythm of the falling rain...teeling me what a fool I've been...And I wished that it goes on & lemme cry again..And let me be Alone agin!!!!
I died.. to live again.And yet i live, to die each day.
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