Earlier this evening I had a talk on the phone to my then-girlfriend about where our relationship was headed. Earlier I had kind of felt like it was in limbo, and wanted to see if she was willing to work things out or didn’t care.
Well, she wanted to end it, saying the relationship was too stressfull. She said the decision was in both of our intrests, and while it is probably for the best, no matter how hard I try to tell myself not to be bitter/angry/said/etc. It was the longest relationship I had held down so far, so I felt some stupid attachment from the sheer good fortune it lasted this long. I know, I KNOW this is for the best; I spent the next couple of hours trying to take my mind off it so I wouldn’t feel unnecessarily angry/sad/etc over the whole thing.
My best friend has been going through his own private hell right now. His grandmother has been terminally ill for some time, and his dad went in for surgery. He has been very stressed about all of this. I kind of decided, hey misery loves company, let’s go out to eat and talk (when I get an opportunity to catch him when he’s not visiting his grandma/at work I try to spend quality time with him). We were watching some videos to try to take our minds off our current issues when he got a call that his grandmother passed away. 
Tomorrow is going to be a long day at work