It is like a bad relationship. No. A really, really fucked up relationship. You cannot admit that you fell for somebody’s tired ass line and you slept with them. Had an orgasm or two and then they ducked out on you. They might have given you an STD. You got treatment. Regardless, you find out they were married or were just a whore and then you got ghosted after your night of whoopee. This is where you are, I know it, and you know it. There is a process to recovery.
Admittance. Sorrow. Shame. And then you join those who knew all along the person was a loser. How far along are some of them? That is the question. Hit it Cee Lo.