• Reaching back out to him after he has wronged you would be equivalent to reaching your hand back into trash. Every time I get the urge to have the last word, I imagine myself, disgusted, trying to touch the trash: it’s repulsive. Getting my pretty, beautiful, clean hand all dirty again is simply not worth it.

• He is an empty man, with no honor or self-respect. He does not have the capacity or the ability to keep anything that is good or of value. It will all eventually crumble: his career, education, love life, marriage, health. He knows that the void will never be filled. I know that his life will never get better. It makes me feel better, knowing there is no cure to his misery.