My much younger boyfriend, at the time, came to my place one day without warning and decided he wanted to 'move on'. I believe his words were...."I think of you as a mentor....a sister....". I turned away....rustled up a tear for him to stream down one cheek and said....."Oh, darn.....now I will have to cancel your reservation to Tahiti." (His mouth was agape and crickets were heard in the background....it was going to be a surprise.)I left two weeks later on that trip. It was pure heaven!!! 24 hours into the trip I literally could not remember his name....he just became 'whathisname'. LOL
dating subordinates anyone?
In my twenties, getting dumped meant two-three months of brooding.
In my thirties, getting dumped meant a really bad week coming up.
In 18 months, I'll be 40. Getting dumped is going to involve hours of angst, I'm sure.
Mrs. Robinson, is that you?