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01 May 2008
I'm not actually doing very well. Help. Tell me this will get better. Is there such a thing as a pandora station devoted only to breakup songs? Because I need one.
Well shit. That just sucks. Some things really don't ever get any easier, and this is definitely one of those things. Take care of yourself, OK?
As for Pandora, you could maybe seed a station with Patsy Cline. Or I could divshare some to you after work, if you want to have it right there on your computer. And if you were here in town I'd buy you a beer or twelve.
thanks y'all. Ow ow ow, I hurt very bad. and, naturally, I have to leave the computer momentarily so my son can play counterstrike. I'll be back in the morning. I guess.
how could he do this to me? how could he just turn around and dump me right before my birthday out of the blue, for no reason, because, he says, that he can't handle the distance? the distance? he searched me out and started all of this. and now he just - goes? pages upon pages.
Aw man, mgl, man, man, man. This is the last thing I'd have wanted to hear. I don't think I have it in me to ladle out cliches for you. What I can say is I know that there's no way in hell this is your last go-round. Just take good care of yourself, be lenient, be kind, as you would for a friend going through the muck.
So sorry to hear, I know that's one of those sucky feelings that seems like nothing else could be worse. All I can do is send some nice thoughts your way and tell you that yes, it does getter better.
David Brin, Startide Rising. 100% guaranteed romance free. Also, makes no sense, but, hey, if you need to lie in bed all day and read something during those moments that you're not curled in a fetal ball, I recommend it. You will not feel that you are missing that one chance to absorb classic literature. Plus, it cost a quarter.
/me has refused to relinquish the computer for counterstrike.
/me also really really really appreciates this y'all. and it helps a lot.
I woke up at 5:30 a.m. today and began passing a small kidney stone. Unlike a breakup, however, once you're done you are done and you start to forget the pain rather quickly. If it's a bad one you can even have someone drive you to emergency and get a huge shot of morphine in your butt. But when it's over, it's over.
Breakups, on the other hand...I still think about people I broke up with in college sixteen years ago, and still get a little jealous when one of them tells me she is getting (re)married.
Sorry for your bad times. Well, I know a break-up itself is bad, missing the person and all, but do yourself a favor and sort your head out so you don't waste time feeling all the silly vague nastiness your subconscious throws up at you: The break-up is NOT your fault, and it does NOT mean you will be alone forever. Realizing these things usually helps.
I think I've heard of Startide Rising. Must read it now. Dolphins in Space !! ...lol.
Been there, darlin'. Very recently, in fact. I moved cross-country not too many months ago only partially to be with someone, and found it shattered out of the blue at his behest. Talk about facing a stark and sudden reality.
Stay present to your feelings and accept them honestly as they come. Be as kind and empathetic towards yourself as you would towards your best friend (which is hopefully what you are).
And listen to k.d. lang's Ingenue. And Aimee Mann's Lost in Space.
Also, if your doggies are cuddlers, then I recommend dog therapy. Even if they're not cuddlers, let them go run around and be ridiculous and that's good therapy, too.
i was morbidly depressed to Hayden's Skyscraper Nation Park once. i stopped listening to music during break up withdrawal because i'd just play some something over and over and over until it sucked up the raw emotion and eventually i threw the tape out a window.
i remember watch Elizabeth during a post period and finding it cathartic since she locked her lover up in a tower.
Following a particularly painful split I listened to nothing but Laurie Anderson and Motorhead, over and over. This caused some consternation and alarm among my friends, and to tell you the truth I'm not sure what I was thinking either. I'm just thankful that I can listen to them now without having to flee the room in terror.
Man, you just come here right now. I'll load up the fridge with alcohol and ice cream, and you can sleep off the excesses on the world's most uncomfortable couch... and when you wake up we'll do it all over again, repeat, repeat, then we'll walk all over and maybe hit an island or two. fuck. that. shit.
I'm so, so sorry, mgl. I know it hurts -- it hurts more than you think you can bear. But that's just the fear talking... it hurts and you can bear it. And it will be hard for a good long while, but I promise it will get better one day. I know it will. It did for me, and it will for you too, babe. I'm so sorry you're hurting. *hugs*
I am so, so sorry, my dear. Yes, long-distance relationships are hard, but not so hard that if he really, really wanted it to work he could have made it work for him.
*bats eyelashes* eh? eh? you like? c'mere, bebbe...
Seriously, mgl, this guy must just be too busted up to salvage. You've got it made without him. We love you and think you are super fucking great. *nods emphatically*
In other words, for those of you who thought that I was going to get less dark and funny and all that shit when I was happy and had a boyfriend?
There's nothing saying you can't get both happy and a boyfriend again. First, get one, then the other. Which one makes the other easier is left as an exercise to the reader.
I saw you mention the breakup earlier and spent part of my afternoon trying to come up with an e-mail that might cheer you up. Suffice to say, you still have fans and admirers. And don't lose the dark, not entirely.
It sucks - it really sucks. There's probably nothing that will make it feel better right now, so indulge in your need to feel awful and lean on all your friends.
Take care. HUGS
mgl, it sounds like he's not terribly mature. I watched this happen to a friend of mine recently. Which is no excuse and probably no comfort, but it's NOT YOU. It's not because you're not beautiful, it's because when it comes down to it, he chickened out. Turned tail and ran.
Hugs and whuffles. My favorite breakup song (even though I'm not sure it's a breakup song) is "The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac. It's good for belting at the top of one's lungs. It expresses the anger at betrayal and lies better than anything I could write.
If it's a bad one you can even have someone drive you to emergency and get a huge shot of morphine in your butt.
I'm thinking that break-ups should be treated more like kidney stones, especially the horrible-surprise variety of break-up. Huge shot of painkiller from brusque, competent professionals? Yes, please!
I'm so sorry, sweet girl, and it just means he wasn't ready for the awesomeness that is you. Hard to imagine. (And all those good people offering to smack him in the head? Sweet, but redundant, because he'll do it himself one of these days.)
Take care. It sounds like you have plenty of solid-flesh, face-to-face friends who are hanging in with you. Let them take care of you, too.
ugh. I wish I could bring you whiskey and high-end chocolates and fancy smokes. Instead, I send you Jane Jensen, getting her grr on; Nina Gordon, letting her inner adolescent angst freely; Halou, telling him to go to hell; and the best of all Toni Halliday, being better all on her own.
And as a bonus, the very hot Reid brothers, who have gotten me through many a day this way.
please if you could download to listen, not stream, my host would appreciate it.
Thanks, y'all. This all means more to me than I can say. Damn. Snif. You are all incredibly awesome and all this music and kindness and offers of violence are super freaking awesome and thank you so much. Love you all.
I don't have any advice. My last breakup was as good as could be hoped for (kinda) and I still spent weeks eating Raffaellos and watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Take Another Piece of My Heart: the traditional breakup song, at least in my family. (Not so much with the accompanying video, but heck.)
Anyone who doesn't want you is too fucked up to deserve you. (I know this is a quote from somewhere, but I can't remember where and it doesn't matter.)
Dogs, long walks, crying. Great big hugs and whatever you need. We're all cheering for you.
Aww mgl I'm sorry. It will wear off, and while it does so, eat what you want, take showers as long as you want, read all the freaky books you want (I could send you the UL design book if you want something with no romance :) and pamper yourself. There are worse times of the year to go solo - spring will buoy you & all the nature that wakes up with it.