1) The editor of my short story collection. The week after publication. I found out at a party through a friend of a friend. (Disaster.)
2) My last agent, who found a new calling. (Wife had baby. Needed the better salary.)
3) My current agent. Just found out the day before yesterday. Leaving the business. (BTW, I totally support the quit on my agent's part; I think it is a smart move, but I am also very sad about it.)
Granted, early in my career I quit a couple of agents myself, before they quit me (one was very fancy and a big name, but was about to retire; the other is a pal of mine, whom I still call Secret Agent Man). The worst part about this situation is that the replacement (i.e., boss, owner of the agency, assistant coming up, who-the-hell-ever) is never as enthusiastic as the agent/editor who originally discovered you....and then quit.
I guess this means I need to go to a meeting of Literary Rejects Anonymous. I am crying, my friends. Literally crying. I actually got emotional when I first found out about it and wished my current ex-agent all the best, vowing we'd keep in touch. Now, at a loss, I can't stop myself. Just like Hilary Clinton, who turned it all around with her tears....only I'm third-gendered, and how likely is it the vote will swing my way?
I'm open to suggestions.