Just wondering, for personal reasons:
a) What did your parent(s) say to help you pick up the pieces and move on? What sage advice would you share with your children when the time comes?
b) What tricks help you forget the one who got away (besides drinking, that is…)
She’s not laughing with me; she’s laughing at me! :rolleyes:
I don’t remember doing much to ‘get over’ her, but my first love went on to be the best man at my wedding, so whatever I did, it worked.
I don’t think my parents had a dang thing to say. They also didn’t even say anything when I asked her to be best man, so I guess that kinda balances out.
You asked her to be your best man?
Um, is there more to this story?
My first love was lost when I moved and went to a different school.
I never blamed my parents though.
Maybe I still could? That would give me a cheaper answer to all the nosy questions my therapist asks.
One scapegoat, and I can get out of this prison-alternative hospital and get on with my newest hobby - stalking Jinx and letting the air out of his tires…
I got over my first love when she got married. It took that sort of shut-the-door finality for me to finally let go.
Infatuations come and go, but when you fall in love, that’s all but indestructible, in my experience. Life may get you to where you can let go, but it doesn’t necessarily mean the way you feel about that person quite goes away.
Lessee, my parents really did’nt say much because I never clued them into who I was dating and what was going on with them. I caught my first girlfriend kissing another guy. Felt like a shard of glass was working its way into my chest.
The best thing to do when you’ve just had your heart broken is to not be alone. This was when I was 15, so I went over to a friend’s house and we played some Super Nintendo. After about 2 months, I got over her. It was fun being with my friends and it made me forget about her, but as soon as night came, depression began to slowly smother me. Every night was battle of maintaining my wits and it was always a phyrric victory. Anyways, I say friends are the best way to get over lost love. Well, friends and porn, definately porn.
a) I’m not sure, but probably something like “OMIGOD, CALL AN AMBULANCE!”
b) A handful of quaaludes and sleeping pills, washed down with some Jack.
I guess this is actually part two of the a) question, but I guess I’d tell 'em what my psych told me in the hospital. That you’re gonna go out with tons of more women in the future, there’s no sense killing yourself over one. Unfortunately, he was right about the “tons” part. 
Letting the air out of ALL her tires (and her fat head) would be cool. That rat deserves it! What’s that saying? “If you someone, set them free. If they come back, they’re yours; if not, hunt 'em down and kill 'em!” But seriously folks, “I’m not a violent man, Mr. Fawltey, but you’ve pushed me too far!” 
nudge! nudge!
Not violent, just unrelentlessly bitter at the bitch!
You’ll notice I left out the key word, “love”…
Hmm…A Freudian slip?
Well…
my parents were/are less than supportive. (My mom hates him. Always have. Her first comment at the beginning of what ended up being a four year relationship was “I hate him. But its okay, because you’ll be bored of him in under three months.”)
As for forgetting? I don’t know that I will. Its certainly pretty close now (ended in July). I think the best thing for it was that the ending was what should have happened. It makes sense, logically, even if seperating the emotions is difficult. So I don’t have any “it might have worked if…” thoughts. Just feelings of having to give up old habits.
And a dear patient man loves me baggage and all. That warm bright presence in my life is amazingly good.