I was in a 3 year long distance relationship (120 miles / 193 km) and it ended with my ex girlfriend breaking my heart.

My heart was broken because in all those 3 years that I had dated my ex girlfriend, her and I had talked of getting married and having kids. Her parents loved me and knew that I was the best thing that ever happened to her (so far at that moment). I had also sacrificed many things for her and she did not know of a couple.

One was passing the opportunity of becoming a police officer for the LAPD. I gave it up because she was living in San Diego and I was afraid of losing her to a bigger distance in our relationship. I made many sacrifices and drove every weekend and any other time that I was available from my place to San Diego. I also stopped hanging out with most of my friends and all communication with a few friends.

We eventually broke up because I found her in her apartment with some other guy who she was "hanging out" with. Apparently they were hanging out for a month and had lost the spark in our relationship. She still loved me, but wanted to explore a possible relationship with this other "friend". Her excuse was the long distance. I told her I would move down to San Diego with her as soon as I was granted a transfer, but she just used excuses. We broke up and a month later I was granted the transfer. I waived the transfer.

This all happened the Monday of Thanksgiving. The holidays after that were terrible. Thanksgiving (2008), Christmas (2008) and New Years (2009) were a mess. I was very depressed and the only thing that would get my head from thinking about my ex girlfriend was the gym.

I eventually started to forget about the depression and pain from my heartbreak until February of 2009. I was in a motorcycle accident where I broke my left collar bone, dislocated my left shoulder and had a lot of road rash. I could not weight lift for 4 months, but was able to workout my lower body for a month after the accident.

Now, in January 2010, I'm doing great. I am very happy being single, in the best shape of my life, about to become a deputy, applying for grad school and still riding my new motorcycle.

What I'm trying to say is that if you ever get your heart broken, it's not the end of the world. Move on and find someone who is worth it. Don't commit suicide. Especially if that person ripped your heart apart. Turn your life around and make lemonade with lemons. Don't give up your dreams for someone else because you will regret it. During tough times, family and close friends will be the only ones that will help.