I remember when I got my heart broke the first time. Yeah, I'm going to admit it in this thread. I was about 19 years old. Fine redbone from the Bronx. Being a southern kid, I had a thing for NYC chicks. Long story short, chick didn't want to be with me anymore and I LOVED her, lol. I was sad and depressed. Listening to old rnb and shit, crying like a bitch. Sending her emails on some "baby I miss you" type shit, lol.
I was broken, fam. Bitch destroyed my reality much like many of us in this thread are guilty of doing to women.
Did I want to kill her or myself? No, but I didn't stay down long enough to take my thoughts any further, but if it wasn't for certain people telling me the right things, then I don't know what would have become of me (or her). We live and learn and sometimes our thoughts when we are hurt are darker than we want to admit.
I think just about all of us have been there before.