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Dude, the ex is a figgin barnacle-clad shackled handcuff with a seagoing mine attached upon which blood-sucking leeches and evil dragons live.
Not an easy thing to escape. I've done the backslide quite a few times. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
My major college girlfriend, the first adult relationship I had, put me in therapy for a year. That's what it took to make me realize that she was selfish and I was OK.
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