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May be an insight:
Last summer I was working a stupid amount of hours a week and I had very little free time.
A friend, who five years ago I would have described as my best friend, went through a similar breakup with his 5 year cohabitating girlfriend. He left me a message, I didn't get around to returning it for almost a week. I did manage to meet him at a bar a couple weeks later; he was still in a bitter stage and whined about her and what she had done for most the night. I ignored his next couple messages because I thought my little free time was too precious to dwell on his breakup process.
I felt like an ass. I told him after yet another message (and a silly post on his livejournal about him feeling neglected designed to get a response) that I wanted to go out... on the condition that he not mention her for the entire night.
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