Here’s the most fucked-up part: As furious as I was, I was so afraid of being abandoned, that a few weeks later, my dumb ass let him back in. Not intimately, but emotionally. After weeks of him begging, I gave him one final chance to exist in my life. I allowed him to hit me with all his half-hearted apologies and crocodile tears. And just when I’d accepted that maybe this would be okay, maybe I didn’t care that he cheated on me, maybe we were meant to be together and we all make mistakes—