I Love You, I Hate You, Don't Leave Me or I'll Die!: The Eternal Lunacy of Love and The Impossibility of Defining It

We broke up tried it with other people. We broke down. Against our better judgment, reunited only to go our separate ways again. To the dismay of family and so-called friends, who moonlight as psychotherapists (the-rapists), but are either sexually deprived, emotionally challenged, alone and down on love or in a relationship more dysfunctional than ours, we stayed together...Now it’s official. We are both confused, but together. I think. Well, aren’t we? Hmmm...I’m not sure. That’s not good. Right?