Relationships that end are not failures, they are not time wasted. They are unions between people who are mostly doing the best they can, swimming in the traumas they have. Staggering along, one foot in front of the next, hoping they are doing good enough and praying the other is doing the same. And when the end comes for whatever reason, they move on. Some wounds forged and some lessons learned, taking with them fond memories and not so fond ones. Staggering along to the next.