I’ve been in a marriage and a few relationships and always take a relationship autopsy when they end.  Of course, I take time to mourn them and eat more than I should, go into my shell and hate every man standing. I don’t want them to look at me, smile, hell even breathe.  When I come out of this, I go into my self-improvement mode, and I’m eating right, running 25 miles weekly and doing things I put on the back burner while in the relationship.