The first few days after being jilted passed in a blur of tears. My friends had taken me back from the registry office to the house and stayed with me night and day, taking it in turns to bring me tea and tissues whilst I cried the place down as my faithful dog refused to leave my side.
As I lay in bed night after a sleepless night, I racked my brains thinking how could a man who’d had my name tattooed on his heart just a day earlier leave me stranded at the altar, ending our relationship by text.....
I felt more upset than I knew was possible. When the heart breaks, it breaks into 1000 pieces and I felt like mine would never mend.
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