The realities of emotion (and the healing process) are, generally, worlds different between men and women. Insomnia at 3 AM with somber Jazz flowing through a pair of headphones, staring upward at my ceiling – such is how I spent my first few months’ worth of nights post-relationship. This isn’t the platform for slander (I'd much prefer respect), but even if it were, I’m never into giving the gossip rags much of my time; with that said, the sudden end to a relationship that I’d started with someone I considered my best friend, someone I'd let so close to my heart, felt like a hot-cold amalgam of a fierce, prolonged inner-chest burn and a specialist's bad news after a bone break. It felt like a death. I didn't see it coming. On all fronts, the expectation was that I would be a man , be understanding, and be over it before long. That’s a hell of a lot to be , for someone who’s just been hurt in such an unsuspecting manner. It’s akin to being blindsided on the ...
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