I am never going to do this again, I chant to myself as I try to block out thoughts of what might have been.

I am never again letting him convince me that “this time it will be different” because it’s never different, nothing ever changes, not even the words he says and the things he does to try to get me back.

I am never going back.

This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: I am always / I am never…