There's no need to discuss the details of this break up, aside from mentioning that there is no hope for reconciliation. I've given up, and so should you. I'd say that it just wasn't meant to be, if I believed in fatalism and that sort of thing.
I'm taking things one day at a time and trying to stay optimistic. Thinking about the past makes me angry. Thinking about the future makes me worry. Thinking about the present makes me very, very sad. But every day has been a little easier than the day before, so with any luck, I'll be back to normal before I lose all my hair.
My daily routine has been really unusual this week. I only sleep a few hours a night. I haven't eaten much. I only see Danielle in passing, usually fixing me a cup of coffee in the morning. Other than that, I try to kill time any way I can and give Danielle enough space to do whatever she needs to get done. She says she'll likely be gone by this weekend. After that, it's back to bachelorhood. Or bachelordom. Pick your favorite.
And I guess being a bachelor isn't the worst thing in the world.