The worst part is that in an effort to keep from slipping back into old habits, I've adopted the following mantra:
"He'll never love you. He'll never love you. He'll never love you..."
Logically I know it's a terrible line to have running, marquee style, through my mind. But I don't know what else to do as I resist the urge to do what I can to go back in time.
So I'll wash my face, and brush my teeth, and climb into bed chanting "He'll never love you" as I drift off to sleep...