I need advice on how to move on.

[a completely inoffensive name]

kick ass! - my crystal ball foresees makeup sex, followed by emotions flooding back in less than a second, followed by a cruel twisting knife in the back, followed by friends driving you to a bridge while Nazareths "Love Hurts" and similar songs are played. They'll also offer a length of rope or a bullet. At this point you'll realize that wench is preferable to your drunken friends, and become a beat down husband like many of us. Dammit man, you give me the chance to review 10 years of my youth in less than a paragraph.

**** that. When I move on, I move on. Also I hope that wasn't your youth.