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When I got dumped, I didn’t hide my heartbreak from my kids

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January 2, 2019 at 9:00 a.m. EST
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Do you remember the pain of your first breakup?

It’s that existential Armageddon when you’re absolutely certain that no one will ever love you again and that you’re going to die alone and miserable with 14 cats. Because 13 would be bad luck. Well, I’m a 35-year-old single mom of three, and I wish I could tell you that heartbreak gets easier with each passing year, but it doesn’t.