Why write original stories when old country songs can do the trick instead?
“You’re the kind of man
A woman thinks she can change
Oh, but the only thing changin’
Is my way of thinkin’
And I’m thinkin’ that maybe someday“Somebody’s gonna give you
A lesson in losin’
Somebody’s gonna do to you
What you’ve been doin’
And I hope that I’m around
To watch ’em knock you down
Somebody’s gonna give you
A lesson in hurtin’
Somebody’s gonna leave you
With your fire burnin’
And no way to put it out.”— Jo Dee Messina, “Lesson in Leavin'”
I have no problem ending, or accepting the end of dating or otherwise-intimate relationships. It’s when they don’t work out and then you set your (good) intention on being friends, and yet you get all the side effects of being a person in their life (good AND bad) but none of the sex, that things get confusing and migraine-inducing.
So I hear, anyway.