It has been three months. Three months since she broke up with her juvenile boyfriend. Three months that she's been drowning in self pity, feeling her entire world has stopped, believing that there is something so basically wrong with her that her relationships never seem to last beyond the six-month mark. Three months that I've had to watch her flagellate herself mentally and emotionally over a relationship we both knew, from the start, wasn't going to last… a relationship that she went into with eyes wide open, with no illusions. Or so she said.
Unfortunately, regardless of her purportedly "mature" mindset, reality has been quite impossible for her to handle. And I am beginning to get exasperated.
The first month of mourning over that disaster was normal and the second still, with gritted teeth, understandable. I even encouraged her to take her time to grieve and assimilate the whole sorry affair. She had every right to burst into tears at the drop of a hat for the first couple of weeks. I empathized with her and cottoned on her pain and helped analyze everything to shreds. And I actually thought she'd finally understood the "why's" of it all. But, damn it, one conversation with a bitchy fag colleague and she loses it?! I am this close to slapping her back to sanity.
I know I probably sound a bit callous and insensitive to be saying all this in the midst of your pain. But girl, you are not the first person to have her heart tattered to pieces over and over again. Countless others (me included) have gone through the same, or worse, but lived to tell their tragic tales. Don't tell me you're not that strong because I know you are. You simply need to get it that no one is going to make it easier for you except yourself. The hurt isn't going to dissipate like smelly fart. Besides time, you also have to make the decision to actively get over it. At this point in time, you need to be slowly coming back into the land of the living instead of being perpetually stuck in that quagmire of depression.
I'll be back there in less than a month and, much as I love you, I swear I'm going to hit you over the head with a belaying pin to knock some sense into you.