Hearing that news was like being in the Mojave when its 117 degrees Fahrenheit and dropping the last spoonful of Dulce de Leche ice cream ~ cream-side down, onto a Cocker Spaniel hair covered shag carpet- it cannot be retrieved and you have suffered a loss.
You will burn to death, dying of thirst covered in little brown dog hair.
This is what hearing that news was like.
It was like owning a pawnshop and selling a patron a wonderful pair of limited edition brass knuckles from WWII, thick and barely used, expensive and heavy and they pay you the asking price in cash, put on the knuckles, turn around and marinate your face in your own blood, pummel you blind and take the two grand out of the register before leaving you there alone and helpless.
It was exactly like that when I heard.
The fact of the matter is, I don’t even know if its true, it could have been announced strictly for my benefit, just to fool me.
Wait.

There I go, changing what really happened to soften the blow of reality.

Hearing that news was like pushing out a loose tooth in the middle of service at church one Sunday Morning with your tongue, only for all of them to cascade out of your mouth onto the wooden floor, clink, clink, clinking as they are dropping out of your bubbling lips, so loudly that the minister has to stop delivering his prayer and the whole congregation is staring at you in disbelief.
You~ the tooth losing, brass knuckle tasting and ice-cream dropping villain in your own story.
You~ saddled with the worst news anyone could ever receive and no recourse.

She announced, he is the love of her life.
And the news is crushing you.
Worst thing that you have ever heard.