Zoey and I broke up.
Ultimately no one was at fault; it was just one of those things. It was amicable, though the "we're still friends" part will have to wait until I'm a little stronger--right now seeing her name in just about any context hurts too much. Maybe someday.
I'll be okay. I neither need nor particularly want to talk about it. I'm just getting this news update out of the way as a sort of preemptive minimization tactic, since the only thing more fun than going through a tragedy is reliving it every single time someone who missed the memo asks me how Zoey's doing.