Friday, I'm in love

Today at work, one of my usually upbeat coworkers came in all gloomy and sad. Her boyfriend of 5 years broke up with her on Friday. Later, as I walked to the restroom, I saw another coworker standing by the vending machine debating whether or not to eat a Snickers bar or cookies. She looked like she was going to cry. It turns out her boyfriend broke up with her on Friday also.

Me? I could offer no advice or comfort as my boyfriend broke up with me too. Not Friday technically, but Saturday AM.

I could certainly empathize with them, but yet I felt my break-up was bigger. Like it meant more. I'm older. I live with him. I see his stupid face every damn morning. But really, in retrospect it's all relative. Love lost for anyone is the same loss.

It's silly. We all thought we wanted it. We always grumped and groaned about our significant others, so to an outsider it's what we wanted. So, I understand these girls. I know their pain. Our guys were obvious douchebags, but they were OUR douchebags.

The End.