
It’s been 4 months since my first gf ever broke up with me. At first I was very sad, frustrated and bitter about the whole thing, but as time has gone on, ive found that the positive memories I have from that experience persist, although they’re tinged with the sadness that can only come with maturation. It’s like the end of the first inside out movie where joy and sadness make a hybrid memory orb
I lost my fiancé in October, 200 days till our wedding the day she called me and said it was over. There is still no joy in life without her. Things like this seem to take time. More time than we’d like probably. As far as new relationships? That’s case by case. I feel I’ll never try again. If you feel you’re ready, then put yourself out there.