Great battering bodhrans! That makes two stupid boys (Mister-fed-up and Oliver-the-moron)!!!

I'm really sorry you had to go through all that cr*p. Please allow me to add my arms to the group hug, my been-there heart to the pile, and my advice-you-didn't ask-for to the list.

Do: Cry, laugh, sing, write, pamper yourself, stick with supportive people... basically, live well. Don't: Don't use grenades, uzis, serrated knives, rocks through windows, cars through doors, baseball bats through nasal cavities... basically, don't get yourself arrested. :^)

The cathartic song that helped me most is George Gershwin's "But Not For Me":

Old man sunshine, listen, you,
Never tell me dreams come true..
Just try it and I'll start a riot.
Beatrice Fairfax, don't you dare
Ever tell me he will care.
I'm certain it's the final curtain.
I never wanna hear
From any cheer-
-ful Pollyannas
who tell me fate
Supplies a mate;
It's all bananas.

They're writing songs of love, but not for me.
A lucky star's above, but not for me.
With love to lead the way, I've found more clouds of gray
Than any Russian play could guarantee.
I was a fool to fall and get this way.
Heigh-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day.
Although I can't dismiss the memory of his kiss
I guess he's not for me.


Finally, fuggeddabout that kiss-a-few-frogs, fish-in-the-sea stuff. Concentrate on mammals.

SharonA

P.S. Who the heck was Beatrice Fairfax, anyway???