I've been dumped once in my life. Being "dumped" doesn't even come close to being the right word when the person you have spent half your life with (and I'm 29) leaves you.
How to even begin to describe the feeling. Like having your heart carved out of your chest and given back to you to figure out how to put it back in. Like being made of glass and then thrown against a wall and you are left to pick up the pieces of who you are.
I know there are worst things in the world. I try to remember to be grateful for what I have, but like I said, darkness is relative, and this my darkness.