Someone I know was recently told by her boyfriend that he didn't want to be with her anymore. (Ditto someone else whose husband ran off with another woman.)
I was devastated when the same happened to me. I spent all my waking moments feeling worthless as a human being.
One day, the half full vs half empty struck me. If I'd been the one to have fallen out of love with him, would I be experiencing this depression and self-doubt? "No," came the answer. I'd only feel bad about dumping him, I wouldn't feel depressed and worthless.
So, the only explanation I could find for it was: I was feeling sorry for myself, because I was the one who'd been abandoned. The depression lifted once I looked at it this way.
(London, 1980s)
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