Surviving a Hell Cocktail

Trying to move on isn’t easy but only do it when you’re ready

Absence of Malice

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     So it’s been about two months since my relationship of three years ended and I moved out of her residence. That first month was a Hell Cocktail with two-parts depression, two-parts regret and one-part boredom. The second month the slow incline upward began much to my surprise. That period always reminds me of that legendary part in Swingers when one friend is consoling his heart-broken buddy.

Mike: How did you get over it? I mean, how long did it take?

Rob: Sometimes it still hurts. You know how it is, man. It’s like, you wake up every day and it hurts a little bit less, and then you wake up one day and it doesn’t hurt at all. And the funny thing is, is that, this is kinda wierd, but it’s like, it’s like you almost miss that pain.

Mike: You miss the pain?

Rob:…

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By The Modern Day Fairy Godmother Posted in heartbreak

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