When I told my mom I’d been dumped she laughed at me. I wasn’t surprised by her callousness as I am more often the dumper than the dumpee and it seemed about time that karma bit back.
Friends proved to be more sensitive to my plight. I found that most of them assured me they wouldn’t dump me if I were their girlfriend- the only exception being the dude who actually did dump me when I was his girlfriend.
I was left with the crucial phase of post-break-up recovery: packing up my emotional baggage and getting out of town.
Moving on after a break-up is difficult but necessary. The healing powers of travel often prove to be effective and helpful.
Here are some tried and true combinations I suggest to turn an owner of a broken heart into a roamer with a broken heart, which is much better.