The relationship was over – but not in my head. Over and over I rehearsed what went wrong. I’d been hurt; that was true. I’d been manipulated. But this was months ago, and everything was as resolved as possible. Yet I couldn’t stop thinking about it, stewing about it – or bringing it up.
Josh, my now husband but friend at the time, finally pointed it out.
“You say you closed this book,” he challenged me. “Yet you keep picking it up to read the back cover.”