No one wants to be a statistic. When I first married, I was like, "Wow, awesome! This is for life!" because I was actually that much in love. Then 7 years later she calls it off. Needless to say it hurt. I left and moved back to my old stomping grounds where one month later I got a Border Collie puppy to fill that void. Plus, I love those fucking dogs. So smart.
But the trick was to find things to keep me from sulking and falling into a pit of misery. Well, starting a new job helped out a lot, and then also getting back into cartooning which I had done years and years before. Now things are really looking up and 2011 seems as if it's going to be the breaking year. I guess the lesson here is to never give up. When the chips are down, throw 'em across the room and kick life in the face. It's worked for me.