The worst part about break ups? Easy, the no talking phase. Who ever came up with this as being a good idea? I understand the idea that you need to separate your spaces and now-single lives, but why the screeching halt of communication. I mean, who else is going to better understand your emotions right now? The memories that keep popping up whenever you look at a coffee mug or if you happen to glance a borrowed book out of the corner of your eye?
Yes, friends help, and they support in so many wonderful ways, but in that moment, you feel infinitely alone, and who better to understand you than that other human being that’s going through the same exact thing, and working through similar emotions.
Why do we ignore those life rafts? Because they are just that, life rafts. Those life rafts could be smothering and bring any progress to a drowning halt. But those life rafts, if nestled into the right way, could help to keep us afloat during times of tears.
So, then, why do we reject and turn away from someone that can help, and sympathize? For who else knows the easiest way to ebb the flow of tears? Why not just ease away the communication?
Perhaps it’s the burden of the one left behind to hold all the questions and none of the answers. Perhaps we’re scared of the emotions bubbling beneath the surface. Or maybe it’s because we’re afraid to face that piece of ourselves we see in what was once a lover.
