There are days when one is tempted to declare, "I'm done," and to nuke those bridges from orbit. "It's the only way to be sure."
It is painful, and for a beta orbiter maddening (or infuriating) to see someone make the same mistake over and over again, but what should one expect when "love" means everything and nothing, a rationalization for repeated bad choices?
Then again, who am I to you that you should care what my opinion is about how you handle your relationships? Apparently, nobody.