At some point we all go through a break up. I went through one some time ago now but I had been with the guy for two years. It hurt, it was difficult and at the time I was so wrapped up in the relationship that I could barely see a future ahead of me.
The first few days were the absolute worst. When you have been with someone for so long, in one way or another everything reminds you of them. I'm not ashamed to say that I burst into tears in the middle of ASDA because I saw a multipack of wotsits. You make weird connections.
After understanding I would always have wonderful memories of what I once had, once I had sorted my head out to not pine after what could have been for too long, I decided I needed to hunt down some distractions because I had a few days off work. I couldn't buy anything new because everything I wanted was written down on a wishlist that I threw at my family, telling them my birthday was coming round. So I had to look for other stuff.