That sucks , i hope it gets better for you as time goes by. But do please start to go out and put your life back together, may is the month for new romances , so go get em tiger.
Declan
If it helps bring your self esteem back up even a notch, I love your username.
Thanks for all the e-hugs and well wishes and username compliments. They are very much appreciated. My sympathies to those who are going through the same thing. Much love to my fellow '85-er, as well.
fessie – thanks for the tale. It was pretty much spot on.
Really Not All That Bright – well, obviously marriage was not in the immediate future. After I graduated, and he got a real job and etc etc. I did have an “engagement ring,” however = a huge plastic yellow and green monstrosity that he got out of a quarter machine for me (I am the anti-high-maintenance-girl). I chucked it
eleanorigby – oh, trust me, immediately after posting this, I went out and got myself a bottle of rum, and my roommate and I pissed the entire day away drinking it. Apparently my tolerance has gone down some since I was nearly-21 and excited about being able to buy alcohol, as I was up until 5am arguing with my stomach over whether or not it should have water it. It’s going to be a few weeks before I can look at a drink again.
HazelNutCoffee – the next time I’m in Chicago I WILL take you up on that lesbian gingerbread. Not that I’ve ever actually been to Chicago, or had any plans to be there in the next 10 years or so, but hey, it might happen…
twickster – sadly, I am lacking transportation to Philadelphia at the moment, but perhaps I’ll have to make an appearance at a dopefest sometime and we can do so then. I’ll probably be the creepy stalker girl sitting in the corner staring at everyone because I’m too shy to come say hi.
Anyhow, I’m doing a lot better than I thought I would be.
Ever since the breakup I’ve had this weird, very uncomfortable, almost electrical feeling in my chest, radiating out to my arms. It’s been keeping me awake just because it’s so uncomfortable to sit still, and I’ve spent several hours pondering the potential existance of a “restless arm syndrome”. I even consider making an appointment just to make sure it’s anything serious, when I realized – duh, it’s a physical manifestation of anxiety. I have a WHOLE new appreciation for people who deal with severe anxiety – I never realized how bad it could be. I hope it goes away soon, because I can’t deal with this.
I’ not terribly sad though, just kind of apathetic and blah. I’ve been hanging in there, but I’m also giving myself a week or so to do nothing but lie in bed and mope. I’m currently unemployed, and only enrolled in online classes where I have nothing due until the 17th, so I’m lucky that this is feasable.
Anyway, I’ll stop rambling. Thanks again, everyone.
Hey, that’s my job at PhillyDoperfests 
Back on topic… it sounds as if you are coping in all the normal ways. It will get better. And there will eventually be someone better then him!
Br’er Lapin
If I weren’t married, hideous, and way too old, I’d have happily footed a bill for a few rounds for you. That and no one has actually seen me here, so you’d have to stick to the old ‘gin induced hallucination’ story at any subsequent Dopefests.
It would be easy to believe as most women who meet me or even read my posts drink heavily afterwards…
:smack: Okay, you can come and partake of the lesbian gingerbread. 
Lapin, hang in there. :: more hugs for good measure ::
Last major breakup I had, I cried myself sick, even though I was glad for it to be over. It took me about two months before I started thinking about dating, and even then, I was going through a maneater stage where I didn’t want anything serious. Until you can look at your situation and feel good about being single and get through some of the psychological stuff going on with a rather momentous change, the stress of this new state in your life is going to manifest in strange ways. Just know that we’re all here for you if you need someone to talk to.
If I were in New Jersey, I’d bake for you and watch silly movies with you.
I love women. In fact, if I were a woman, I’d be a lesbian. And if I were a lesbian with fabulous gingerbread, I would share. YLGMMV.
Hugs, Br’er Lapin. Be kind to yourself, learn from it, and heal so you’re ready when the right one comes along.
Adding in my well wishes, Br’er Lapin. There are a bunch of us in the same boat. My marriage broke up nearly two years ago, and it’s been a long healing process.
Actually, when the shit hit the fan and it was really over (the actual splitting up part and him moving out part), I felt like a weight had been lifted.
I’ll also jump on the bandwagon of offering much booze and a shoulder to cry on. We’re not too far apart - maybe we can meet at a Philly or Jersey Dopefest sometime.
I had a relationship of 2 1/2 years that I too thought was going to turn into a marriage break up about a year and a half ago. I’m ready to start dating again should the right guy come along but it took about a year to get to that point. Be patient with yourself.
I’m too far away to offer any condolences in person, but you have them from a distance nonetheless.
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…notice she doesn’t say anyting about not having plans to consume lesbian gingerbread - THERE’S STILL HOPE!!
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Hope things start looking up soon, BL…