"<p>Rather, I suffer as I suffered before when those I loved left me. I'd rather lick my wounds like I've done before. I'll think about it for a while, I'll get bitter, and I'll bore my friends to death because I won't be able to talk about anything other than my wife leaving me. Then I try to explain what happened, day and night I just think about every moment we spent together, and in the end I come to the conclusion that it was really wrong with me, with me, who always only tried to give him should be good. Then I will have other women. Every moment I walk down the street, I see someone who might be him. I will suffer from morning to night, from night to morning. This condition can last for weeks, months, or even more than a year. Then one fine day I wake up and realize that he's not on my mind and I'm over it. My heart received a serious wound, but it will heal, and then I will be able to enjoy the beauties of life again. This has happened to me before and will happen again, I'm sure of it.</p>"