My broken-hearted girl

There's a boy out there who has broken my daughter's heart. I don't personally want to break his legs, but I can't vouch for the actions of her father. Haven't seen her cry so much since our cat died when she was five. This is life, I know, and they need to live it. But it hurts. And there's not much beyond strawberries and ice-cream, and hugs and kisses, that I can do.