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“You have a breakup, but you didn’t lose a spouse. So friends assume that you’ll move on relatively quickly, and things like these concert tickets become an almost welcome external acknowledgement of your loss—not only of the person but of the time and company and daily routines, of the private jokes and references, and of the shared memories that now are yours alone to carry.”

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Lori Gottlieb
Lori Gottlieb

Lori Gottlieb is an American writer born on December 20, 1966. Her works primarily focus on themes such as personal growth, interpersonal relationships, and mental health, which have won her a wide audience. more

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