Brian Greene

This was a steamy, sultry, seduction squib.

I instantly fell to pieces."

I could not control myself.

I knew exactly what this meant.

As it turns out, the gentleman responder was her study partner, had come to our house for dinners and parties, came over for Thanksgiving because he had nowhere else to go, and even met my parents multiple times, and my dad invited him to a baseball game.

Anyway, everybody has a sad love song somewhere in their history.

Mine is no different.

Needless to say, the wedding was called off and I was distraught.

Over the next few months, I fell into a deep and overwhelming depression, something I had never experienced before in my life.

Every day darker than the last.

I just couldn't get the racing thoughts and images of my fiance with this guy out of my head.

All the things that could have been, all the memories that we shared, all the pain constantly and continually came striking back.

I could not shake it.

I was falling and falling fast.

Then about four months after that faithful day, I woke up with a solution in my head.

I could not make the pain go away, but I could make it go away if I could make the thought stop.

I could make the thought stop if I could make my brain stop, and I could make my brain stop.

Well, we all know how that happens.

I had reached the ultimate and terrible conclusion.

And I was thoroughly convinced it was the right one.