Issue 5: Was I ready to date? No. Was I ready for some therapeutic dalliances of a less-than-chaste but not-quite-slutty nature? Yes. Was instant karma coming around to bite the ex in the behind? Indeed. Was I still pissed? Yes. Did I print up 200 copies of a zine compilation and sell ads and sell [...]
You need a crush and a restraining order imposed on you by fate. Pine away until you get your head on straight.
My parents were together then, but they aren’t any more. They got divorced in 2000, and it was the most shocking thing that every happened to me. I got over my own break-up, but I’ll probably feel like crap about my parents’ divorce for another 20 years or so.