Sitting alone after a serious breakup, drunk and a bag of coke in my pocket, does anyone else find it impossible to escape this routine? I tried and tried, lost the best girl in the world because of it. I fucking hate the saying "man up and get on with it" or "get on with it, thats what a mans does", feeling so embarrassed that I'm on antidepressants and that I cried infront of my ex. When does it get better?