In the time since I was dumped, I managed to resolve a stressful, complicated tax situation, go back to school, start a new career that I've always dreamed of, and pay off my debts. I did all of this despite having a very, very blindsided and broken heart. It was't easy. And yes, I still miss him and I still mourn the loss of the future I thought I'd have with him. It saddens and scares me, especially at my age. And I don't know when that will go away. But I'm proud of myself. Sometimes, when I think about him feeling sorry for me, I daydream about telling him all that I've accomplished. Like, "I've been kicking ass and taking names, buddy, don't worry about me." To any other broken hearts out there: Keep moving forward. Tackle life — slowly, if you need to. But do it, and do it for yourself. You're worth it. You got this.