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In Days That Follow, I Discover That Anger Is Easier To Handle Than Grief.

There Is No Better Audience For Someone In Love Than Someone In Love.

The Whole "misery Loves Company" Thing Never Applies More Than When You're Breaking Up. The Thought That The Other Person Is Doing Fine Is Simply Too Much To Bear.

But I Am Content To Live In The Moment, And Allow Myself The Daily Pleasure Of Obsessing. Nothing Lasts Forever, I Tell Myself. Especially The Good Stuff. Although Typically You Aren't Faced With A Hard Deadline

Sorrow Comes With So Many Defense Mechanisms. You Have Your Shock, Your Denial, Your Getting Wasted, Your Cracking Jokes, And Your Religion. You Also Have The Old Standby Catchall—the Blind Belief In Fate, The Whole "things Happening For A Reason" Drill.