I almost never want to go back there again.
Instead of dealing with it, I reveled in the idea that someone else was miserable too - but then he wasn't. I hadn't realized how much I wanted them to be miserable too until I realized that they weren't and was impossibly dissappointed. Why can't they break up like normal disfunctional people?
I am not their favorite. That's something it's hard for me to deal with, but it's also the truth.