Why do we remember all the good times as we grapple with the end? The way he looked into my eyes right before saying he loved me. The Billy Joel song that was playing the time we drove around looking at sparkling Christmas lights the night I knew I loved him. It’s a cruel loop these happy memories.

To heal, to really heal, you have to let the bad in with the good. To see the relationship for the joyful, complicated and ultimately disappointing mess of an attachement it was.

That’s where the idea started. It wasn’t going to be easy but nothing worth doing ever is.