Toni Le Busque's stories.

While I draw, I like to listen to This American Life.
And for a long time I have been wanting to listen to this episode, but have been unable to.
Not physically unable.
Emotionally and mentally unable.
Because I was who this episode was for, about.
Because I was getting broken-up with.
However, finally, today, I took it on.
The whole episode!!
And revealingly, it wasn’t at all painful to hear.
Listening to it I know I have moved from anguish into empathy.
I can now ‘relate’ to people being broken-up with.
But I am not one of them anymore.
I can listen to Phil Collins sing Against All Odds and not feel like it was written for me, about me.
In fact, listening to Phil Collins talk about why he wrote it made me actually LIKE Phil Collins.
In fact, I now LOVE Phil Collins.

Anyway, there’s a good reason break-ups are called break-ups.
It’s because you get broken up into tiny little fucking bits and pieces.

However, today I know my ‘break’ is over.
I’m now entering the ‘up’.

Schmaltzy wanker that I am.