I'm sorry that your heart is broken.
You didn't ask for it. Nobody does. Who in their right mind asks for heartbreak, their hearts ripped out from their chest, thrown to the muddy ground, and stepped on? Because of your frustration, you pick up the telephone and call the radio DJ. He asks you to share your story, live on air, for everybody to hear either for amusement or concern. He is thinking whether to make fun of you or offer some words of warmth before he plays that sad love song that will surely make you cry, the exact thing you hope you don't have to do. You can't help it. Tears stream down your cheeks as you air out your tragedy to a stranger on the phone and to strangers across the air waves.Read More