the broken hearts club (Page 7 of 10)

I think I've found more in common with her within a week than what I did or had in common with my ex during all those years. Of course this still hasn't cleared my head out a bit - I still live in a haze but this is a pleasant kind of haze and the best thing of all, it has pushed the thoughts about my ex somewhere to the background. I hope they would stay there and slowly fade away for good. This sweetie lives two hours away and is far younger than me (illegally young, so to speak) but there's something going on that makes me think that it's just not a naïve summer romance.

It just isn't so easy - all I needed (or actually need) is to see that my ex is online somewhere and her plain existence can ruin the day. Not to mention that I have to fear all the time that I will bump into her on the street. At this point it's good that we don't know the same people or go to the same places as out of sight is out of mind (for most of the time.) The nasty fucker in me just wants to shout right up to her face that see, I'm finally talking to someone else and I'm feeling happy after all that shit you put me through.

You will have to find your way to deal with it. It's difficult to say what one should do, because what works for someone won't necessarily work for someone else.

young lolita girls have been the demise of many men. i've had my share and only pain and craving is left.

the love of my life was before facebook and stuff.
i have never forget her and she is still affecting my life after 15 years.
this is not good.
unfortunately (or my luck?) i have only one picture of her and she is unfindable at the web (for sure she is married now and has another name)...
she was so damn perfect.

Shit. It apparently still gets me. Overcoming this shit has been quite succesful and all the social media blockage has worked fine. But every now and then - just a moment ago her face comes up in a friend's facebook comment.

Heart skips a beat and shitty feeling spreads. What the fffuuuu am i gonna do with this.
I think i need ganja.

here you go

Fuck. I was hoping this time it wouldn't take several years.
I guess it does.

I'll just call my friend for that ganja then...

You'll have to move on some day. Tonight I saw my "(ex-)frequently returning Julie", after 3,5 years she talked to me again, she was very friendly. Yes, for a second I had this weird feeling we all know but that soon changed in "she talks to me again: cool, she looks happy: cool, I'm also very happy myself". Nothing more, nothing less.
To roll yourself in your misery or your heartaches is the easy, selfish and comfortable solution, moving on is the harder one but makes you a stronger and healthier person. I've chosen the second because with the first one you waste your time and I fucking hate losing time.

Yea, i totally agree. I'm moving on all the time.
It just seems that parts of my brain and heart are not under my command.

Lol, damn that was a total "you're moving to your aunty and uncle in Bel Air"

10 days ago, my girlfriend told me that she wanted to be alone again. We lived together for 4 years. She's beautiful and smart, but very silent and introvert. It came as a total surprise to me, and I was left in the dark without any explanation. During the first days I kept her confession to me and felt incredibly isolated. After a couple of days I went to see her to ask if she still really wanted this. Bad move. Of course she did. Panic all over again.
By now, I have a clear moment once in a while during which I think it'll be ok in the end (this is one of those moments). I've talked to some people who also experienced this, and found that very helpful. Comments in this topic seem to confirm that in most cases, time heals many wounds. I do hope that I'll be able to face her again in the future without getting my day spoiled. And that I'll one day understand why she's doing this.
Much strength and support to all bots in the broken hearts club.

It does, mostly, but expect to work on it if eats you inside. I'm still working...
Try not to fall in to misery and keep on doing whatever makes you feel good and happy, even tough it would feel hard.

And post here whenever you feel like it, at least i feel that it's easier an maybe sometimes even more benefitable to share with semi-anonymous people.
Hang in there.