Oh, boy, I know that feeling. After my 3-year recovering-heroin-addict-rock-star-boyfriend debacle, I was convinced I would never find the right guy, and I was smashed to smithereens -- just decimated. Flattened.
And now I'm grateful for that heartbreak, because that relationship contained the seeds of who I needed to be so that I may have my wonderful loving, long-term, mutually beneficial relationship with Danger Man, the best friend I ever had.
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