I don’t mind telling you that even though I have a wonderful life in almost all respects, I myself have been broken-hearted for nearly two years, now. And it’s a mighty sad state of affairs, let me tell you. Because when you have a broken heart, you will go around all day finding things to be angry about — whether it’s the traffic, or the crowds at the gym, or the prices at the supermarket, or your stupid neighbors holding hands while they stroll around the block on a sunny afternoon. But all that free-floating anger, of course, is really just a thickly-taped layer of bubble wrap around your bleeding, broken heart that lies at the center of you. The broken heart that will not heal, and not because you haven’t prayed to God nearly every day for those past two years to come on down and help you heal it. No, sometimes God seems to be no help at all in this kind of a situation! Instead, God seems to be conspiring against you, because He will see to it that your terrible thoughts stay as centered as a rotisserie chicken on a rotating spit of anger, disbelief, and mind-bending confusion about why the love of your life doesn’t want you anymore, why he refused to give you a second chance, and why he now gets to go off and have a new job and a new life in California. Cards like this one are, ironically, something of a relief for a broken-hearted person to see. Because the tears of grief can finally be released, and the broken heart can bleed truly and freely, instead of being hidden and suffocated half to death by your bubble wrap of anger. A broken heart, you see, is a heart without hope, and without the kind of love and meaning that would make it whole again. ❤️‍🔥—Y.B.D.