Have you ever heard the expression, "Don't kick someone when they're already down?"
Unfortunately for me, those who should have honored that piece of colloquial wisdom, didn't.
I mean to say, heart break is a bitch. She's self absorbed, pays no mind to timing or circumstance and will purposefully drive that dreadful stake of miserable self pity into your chest without the slightest consideration of your already wounded ego. And by she, I mean he.
What's to say about having your heart broken that hasn't already been said, or sang, or texted amidst a psychotic sequence that may or may not include high stakes emotional ransom. It's universal and likely the most relatable human diatribe.
So now, I find myself trying to negotiate this late breaking development in my already tumultuous existence. I sit here, sleepless on a Saturday morning in the basement of my former in-law's exorbitant home, attempting to devise a route that will lead me out of the churning sea of longing and regret. I suppose the most practical thing is to travel swiftly and with great purpose through the stages of grief until the pearly gleam of the proverbial silver lining breaks through the clouds. That's about as simple to pull off as the structure of my previous sentence.
I love deeply. It's just my nature. In this case, I find myself buried up to my neck in the sands of love while the antagonist in this story, walks effortlessly away over the dunes and out of my life.
But happy endings don't really do it for me anyways. When last I counted, mine was a tragedy. That's not to say that my next chapter won't be one of great new adventures and a thunderous triumph over adversity - I've learned though that happiness isn't something that can be kept. It can be found and cherished temporarily. Ultimately, the pursuit of happiness is what makes the human condition such a magnificent and worthy topic of literature.
Until we meet again...
In the meantime, I'll be the red head in the corner looking bitter and holding her chin up unnaturally high.