HOW'S YOUR CHIN?
If you can't take a punch, you can't punch.
A glass jaw in boxing is a liability. So's a glass psyche. If words can hurt, imagine what a fist can do. You don't like to get hit?
In the words of Joe Louis, "Who do?"
You get hit all the time, you just don't realize it. Every backhanded complement, narcissistic pronouncement and passive aggressive low blow is the punch you never see coming. "You are the most beautiful girl I ever saw in my life! The love of my life! " Two weeks later "Hey, did you put a little weight on? No, it looks good on you." Just not on his next girlfriend.
You're not in love, you're in denial. When you give someone the benefit of the doubt they steal your faith as well. So what if he doesn't phone or text for 48 hours? Probably busy at work. He's not working overtime. Your brain is. The thoughts that run incessantly through your skull are not you. It's that civilized squid you were brainwashed into believing you were. Ghosted, gaslighted, whatever you want to call it doesn't really matter. The game is rigged. You're destined to fail. So learn how to fail at failing.
Boxing is blasphemy. Fuck the gods. You only need one. Sisyphus pushing the boulder up the hill is you fighting one more round. If we're wired for war let's box for profit.
Just remember to keep making those deposits in your Hero Bank.