The modern internet counterpart to this is that no one can be talked out of their first blogging spree while recovering from a bad relationship. Oh, sure, it's a terrible idea. But just like the relationship that inspired it, you don't see how bad until much later, when you feel stupid and realize what an ass you've made of yourself. And, really, how it wasn't that big a deal to begin with.
So, that said, I know two of the people involved in this bizarrely engrossing love triangle, which has managed to work its way around the little online community I orbit.
It's gossip, yeah, and it's a lousy deal, but the tired realist in me cant parse phrases like "love of my life" anymore, nor can it really process the drama in all this. Shit happens and you suck it up and move on. (I know that's not helpful Matt, but hey, that's what I'd say to anyone.)
But, yeah, I can say that NOW. I did this about four years ago but that was my first foray into breakup blogging, the new modern insta-regret answer to drunk-dialing. But, at least I had the foresight to keep it contained to only one online friend who put up with the purple prose and poor-little-me crap. That kept my embarrassing laundry visible only to an audience of one.
So, if you just broke up and feel the need to blog, I know nothing I say will be able to deter you from typing it off your chest. But don't cross post to every community and try to keep it only to friends.
That's if you know me. If you don't know me, but I know of you, then by all means post like crazy, because this shit can be entertaining!