I deal with it, it happened once with my dad when I was 7..he made his choice, it affected me growing up missing that dad and daughter bond but I still turned out ok.

Who cares? I am way more important than that person. 😆

dwell on it for the rest of my life

I would consider him or her someone who once was a friend. Perhaps even a friend who I identified with, learned from and admired.

Maybe a person who decided I wasn't worth being kind to in a moment of my own pure pain. Pain I'm sorry anyone should go through, but pain one cannot say was unwarranted. Pain my "friend" could not see well enough to understand or, especially, pardon, in the end.

Perception is reality, after all.

But, hey: that's me.

We all make our own choices.

My choices?

Chocolate. Not vanilla.

Family over friends.

Spiritual rather than physical.

Physical over digital.

(Erm...?)

And tetherball over all other non-sports.
It is, after all, the only non-sport I could ever beat anyone at. And as Olenna Tyrell once said, in another lifetime, "I was very good."

Cry then move on. Prob go dancing and buy a husky

I am not that lucky :)

Strip naked on my front lawn and belt out, NOBODY KNOWS THE TROUBLES I’VE SEEN!

Clearly they didn't then, seems contradictory. 🧙🏻‍♂️

Cry. Then move on.

Um, I guess it would all depend on if I love them. Lol

Stab my mouth with a cookie.

cry till I die

Then I'm hitting the clubs.