My mother just sent me pictures of my great aunt and uncle celebrating their 50th anniversary in Orlando. 50 years. Can't imagine anything lasting 50 years much less a relationship. Then it all came back to me in one swift blow. The pain. The frustration. The bitterness. The isolation. Worse, the numbness. The lack of feeling anything for a while. I hoped to avoid everything that happened last year this time around. I thought I learned my mistakes after Ween, but it's happening all over again. There is no knight in shiny armor. No fair maiden. Happily ever after does not exist. True love is an illusion. And to this day, I still don't know whether to hate or thank the people who taught me this.