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</html><description>fair warning: this is long and i don&#xE2;&#x20AC;&#x2122;t feel like breaking it up (har har) into multiple posts. got breaking up on the brain. whilst i&#xE2;&#x20AC;&#x2122;m not planning to break up with anyone just now, i have friends at points all along both sides of the breaking up spectrum. on the one side, you&#xE2;&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve got everything from that intuition that a breakup is coming (sometimes right, sometimes not) to signs of relationship failure to dumped and trying to pull it together. on the other side, you have everything from wondering if you ought to consider a breakup to pondering how best to achieve a breakup to blissfully done and moving on. until you either learn your concerns are baseless or you recognise that you&#xE2;&#x20AC;&#x2122;re better without them, none of these are awesome places to be, even when they&#xE2;&#x20AC;&#x2122;re leading to good. a few years ago, there was a rash of bad breakups in my social circle. not just bad because hearts were bruised, but bad because of how it went down. sometimes it was the dumper being remarkably horrible and sometimes it was the dumpee clinging and crying in a way that didn&#xE2;&#x20AC;&#x2122;t change anyone&#xE2;&#x20AC;&#x2122;s mind, with a nice dose [&hellip;]</description><thumbnail_url>https://www.amberbird.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/AmberBird_fromPF_portraitSQ.jpg</thumbnail_url><thumbnail_width>1324</thumbnail_width><thumbnail_height>1324</thumbnail_height></oembed>
