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' He took a glance and sank his shoulders in surrender. 'OK. What I’ve read is that there are stages in a relationship. This is probably the end of one, and you’re moving onto the next. Doesn't mean it's over—what?’ He looked appalled by my expression. ‘What now?' 'You’re comforting me,’ I whispered in awe. Another achievement level unlocked! He was surprised too. ‘Y-Yeah! I am! So what? Get the fuck outta my office!’ he exploded, his face red with embarrassment, and then he jerked his grouchy face back to the computer screen, with a trail of inaudible mumbling.

You won't. The second stage is Realization, the part you're sure it happens, you wonder why it happens, you question it, and have a different kind of what ifs. You understand that what happened is done and that the person is gone. You cry and cry until you're numb, until your eyes don't have anything to give.

I knew Cooper Group needed Weber Group's help, and they wouldn't give up so easily, so I tried to soothe her. "Marriage and dating are two different things, and there are cultural differences between them. It's better to let them be. Eventually, their feelings will fade, and they'll part naturally. They're in love now. The more we interfere, the stronger their bond grows. It's better to let things take their course." "You're right. I was overthinking," Erin agreed. She didn't want to clash with Jenna. Hearing me say that, she naturally assumed I'd wait for Jenna and Simon to split.

Now I’ll have to lie in it. Literally. By the time nightfall rolls around, I feel hollowed out. I’ve passed the denial and anger stages of grief, and now I’m probably somewhere between bargaining and depression. I don’t know how I’m supposed to put on a show of being a loved-up fiancée and mate, but I’ll have to try. I dry my tears and splash water on my face, doing my best to make myself presentable.

“What’s wrong?” She choked on a sob. “I broke up with him,” she cried. My heart softened instantly. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” I stroked her hair, holding her close. “But listen, it’s not the end of the world. I know it hurts now, I know it feels like everything is crashing down, but it won’t always feel like this. I promise.” She sniffled, pulling away to wipe her face. “I just… I don’t know what to do with myself.”

"Honey, it's okay to still love him. You didn't divorce him because of lack of love. You divorced him because of lack of trust." "I know," I say quietly. "I just don't know what to do. I thought it would be easier, the longer we were apart. But it feels like it's just getting harder." "That's probably because you've started facing your feelings head on." "I wanna be mad at him, ya know? I want to still be mad for putting us in this position to begin with. But all I feel right now is sad." "Of course you do. You're finally moving into that acceptance stage of grief. That stage may be the hardest of them all."

I asked. “I know you’re hurt but I cannot be with you in the same house when you’re acting like this anymore. I have tried, but it’s becoming too much. You have failed to move past this grieving stage and I don’t know what to do anymore. I love you, and support you but right now, I need a break. I’ll be leaving for a while and I hope that some things would have changed when I get back. I’m going to continue looking for more information.”

I wait until she whispers, “OK.” “We’ve all had breakups.” I raise my voice to take in the whole room. “The answer isn’t to cry. The answer isn’t to eat chocolate or plot revenge. You need to move on. Every time I’ve had a breakup, do you know what I’ve done? I’ve taken my life in a new direction. I’ve found myself an exciting new project. I’ve changed my look. I’ve moved house. Because I’m in charge of my life, thank you.” I pound my fist in my palm. “Not some guy who can’t even do a smoky eye.”

I decided to include the stages of grief anyway, at least as a way to relate to my readers who were surely familiar with the concept, even if it was total bogus. Don’t laugh at me, but I actually looked up the six stages of grief. They say that first you're shocked, and then you progress through denial, anger, bargaining, depression and then finally onto acceptance. I think any of us who have had a relationship end because of dishonesty have felt a level of shock, perhaps even denial. Which is a sad thing in the context of a relationship, and it naturally leads to anger.

“Like, we’re over this dating thing, it’s fine, we’re both moving on with actual relationships that we feel good about, what’s in the past is in the past?” I winced. “Why does this feel like a break up?” She smiled. “Because it is. But without the crying and the ice cream and the--” “Break up sex?” I offered. She looked confused. “You mean make up sex?” “No,” I grinned. “Break up sex.” She looked even more confused, then laughed. “What the hell is break up sex?” “You know… like, there’s make up sex, but then there’s break up sex. Like you have it out one last time before you go your separate ways.”