About 2 years ago my girlfriend at the time broke up with me. I could of easily let myself go into a spiral of depression like you have with the situation I had, which was.
- She was my first serious girlfriend, I was with her since I was 15 and had been with her for 2 years.
- She was my first anything other than kissing
- We had already planned our life together (I know big mistake - I was young
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- I had just dropped out of college (never agreed with standard education)
- Didn't have a job
- Didn't know where I was going with my life
- Was passing the time by smoking weed and drinking when I wasn't with her
- And to top it all, the day she broke up with me - via text. Was the day I found out my dad had cancer.
I was at my mate's when we had an argument via text because she was pissed off that I went to my friend instead of her after hearing the news about my dad, even though she was busy at her friend's who she hadn't seen in months. As soon as she ended it I could have broken down into a mess but you know what I did instead?
I phone up this girl who I'd been getting closer to recently (only as friends), told her to come to my mates. We invited a couple more people round and got nice and drunk and had one hell of a night. I then stopped smoking weed, started drinking with moderation. Started going to the gym. Finally got my motorcycle license, and got myself a job. During all that I also hooked up with a couple girls and found my current girlfriend, who was a girl I often thought about while I was at college and going through a rough patch with the girl who was now my ex. A year and a half in with this girl and I'm still happy. My ex turned round after she heard I was with her (maybe 2 months after we broke up) and told me she was pregnant in a hope to get me back. Now at the time I had no idea if it was true or not but I told my current gf and even though she never wants kids and we had only been officially together a week (seeing each other for maybe a month) she said she'd stay with me even if it was true. She encourages me to go out with my friends instead of staying home with her all the time - she even gives me lifts if she's not coming out with us. I've got a pretty damn awsome job (aircraft engine specialist engineer) and I'm joining the RAF next year. I own a car and two motorcycles, and I'm part of the Institute of Advanced Motorists in the UK.
Looking back at it, that girl breaking up with me was possibly the best thing that ever happened to me. It put my life on track and I couldn't be happier.
Take a page from my book and use this to turn your life around! Don't go the other way and let it ruin your life.