In the space of 24 hours a new relationship with a man I absolutely adore seems to have gone tits-up - and I am heartbroken. I don't want to go into because I'm scared it boils down to the fact he is just not as bothered as I am. He is absolutely not a bastard, in fact he is lovely. Well, I would say that as I am mad about him still. Please distill what life has taught you about surviving this awful, insistent, bleak sadness for an old fool who can't help herself.