Trust me, there were plenty of late night crying fits and trips to therapists and a wonderful support group for loved ones of brain injury victims.
But I’m not sure I fully felt the gravity of my loss – our loss. Finally, I recognized that three years’ worth of grief had come knocking.
But that did not make me love him any less, and did nothing to tamper the absolute devastation that pummeled me when we broke up. I’ve known Kirsten for 12 years, and even though she lives on the other side of the country, we remain very close and she knows all my shit. As I talked and sobbed and blubbered and talked some more it all came out.
Even months after we split, Sundays when my kids are with their dad and I would have otherwise spent with my ex-boyfriend, I instead engaged in unseemly behavior like walking around the streets of Manhattan while bawling uncontrollably, listening to John Legend on a loop and reading the on Carrie and Mr. Not only was all this embarrassing, it was also incongruous with the events at hand. Besides the end of my relationship, my mom has been unwell.
Gerald was really affordable and very knowledgeable about my case.