Divorce & breakup
One book is for when it has just happened. The other is for later, when you catch yourself laughing and then feel guilty for feeling okay.
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For the first nights
A companion book for the first nights after a breakup, when it is still too raw to say out loud to anyone.
Short pages to read when the house is too quiet, plus blank pages you can write in, cry on, or leave empty.
For the part that comes later
For the day you laugh and then feel guilty, as though feeling okay means the relationship did not matter.
It mattered. This book sits with that strange part after the worst of the breakup, when happiness starts showing up again and you are not sure what to do with it.
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Word for word as they appear in the book. One for the late night, one for after you have looked at his page again, one for the tightness in your chest.
It’s late, isn’t it
It’s late, isn’t it.
Everyone else is asleep, and you’re awake again.
That’s how heartbreak works — it waits for the quiet.
I’m awake with you, dear. You don’t have to do this alone tonight.
Breathe. Just one breath. Then another.
I’m right here.
You looked at his page again
You looked at his page again.
I know, love. You went and looked. You checked whether the picture changed. You checked what time it said he was on there. You looked at the three people who liked something and tried to work out what any of it meant, and then you put the phone face down and picked it up again eleven minutes later.
You’re not pathetic. You’re looking for information because he stopped giving you any.
Look if you have to. Just come back to me after.
I’m on this page whenever you’re done.
The thing in your chest
And there’s the thing in your chest.
Not a heart attack — you’ve looked it up at two in the morning like the rest of us. A pressure. A tightness sitting right in the middle, like something’s parked there.
They really do mean it when they call it heartbreak. It has an actual address in the body and yours is right there under your hand.
Lay the book on your chest, dear. Right on the spot.
Heart to heart. That’s me.
I’ll stay till it loosens.
The rest of the book is like this. Short pages to read, blank pages to write on, and nobody telling you how to feel.
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Six more pages, sent to you as a PDF you can keep on your phone for the nights you are away from the book. No advice. Just company in writing for a night you have to get through.
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