They mentioned a few months of introspection as a good start. At first I kept the television on, but I couldn't pay attention — it was just noise.I discovered that quiet music was soothing, so I stretched out on my sofa listening to classical music and allowed my feelings to surface, unrestrained.But I was still addicted to the notion that the only way to make myself feel better was to find someone new.I clung to the foolish idea that a new woman could make my sorrow disappear, so I went on a few more disastrous dates.While my date was moving forward, I was stuck in reverse.When she engaged me in conversation, I mumbled one-word answers.I didn't know whether to say good-bye or apologize at the end of the evening, so I mumbled both.My friend didn't mumble, however, when he said, "No more dates, Ken." I should have stopped dating cold turkey after that.
Healing a broken heart wasn't a day at the beach, but I accomplished it by treating myself with the kindness, compassion and patience I'd show a best friend. And most important, I forgave myself for my part in the failed relationship.
No matter how many sad songs you hear, it’s impossible to prepare for a breakup—especially one that ends a long, serious relationship.