Hey Kath

This really unfortunate what happened to the boy i mean.
I had a similar experience with my first love.
We broke up because of me, i realised some things were not able to be fixed, so i gave up and started “fixing” my self.
I like the metaphor you are using about the fire. However the part that really scared me was the one with the wet wood.

Do you think people out there exist that are wet woods, lost cases so to speak, and are unable to enter a warming fire, a lasting relationship?

Take care
George