It gets easier every time. Seeing as how he dumped me in a really shitty fashion, it felt so excellent to grind his emotions into the dirt. Especially because, when we broke up, I predicted it would happen some day. Each carefully retrieved and each painstakingly glued back into place. The glue sometimes splatters back at you, and some pieces are resistant no matter how hard you try.
Some pieces are so shattered that they have to be discarded.
And, clynne, no, I'd rather not appear gorgeous, I think. I think you to get your new lover radar fixed. I'm against the idea as it promotes neurotic behavior. Excuse me while I sniff my armpits and check my breath. Which is when you least expect it.