When agreeing to go out with "J" this weekend, I had no idea of the rollercoaster ride it would be. Apparently, some people, when going through a nasty breakup, take it very badly. We went through the entire gamut of emotions, from acceptance, to hateful indignation, back to sad and helpless. It was ugly. I tried to patch him up with many band-aids in the shape of double poured scotches, but even Johnny Walker was of no use in this scenario. So, today I am thankful for my ability to be resilient, or at least to mask my own distress with sarcasm and humor, because I so don't want to be that kind of buzz kill.
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