You will someday realize the woman you love is gone for good. Version 2.0 isn't the same. You can't go home again.
This is really the whole thing boiled down to one salient point. Dr. Awesome is right - and there's roughly a 99% chance that you'll come to this exact realization, whether it's in 2 days, 2 weeks, 2 months, or 2 years. Sure, there's a remote chance that things will work out, but they virtually never do. Eventually, you're going to need to move on, and you're just delaying that. Someday, you're almost guaranteed to look back and wonder what in God's name you were thinking. Every time the girl takes a dump, you're going to think she's having phone sex with some dude. You'll picture him making fist-kabobs while she drops wolfbait. God forbid she ever has to work late. Your head will be filled with images of her jacking off the entire Oakland A's team in the dugout simultaneously, running up and down the line like a plate-spinner to keep them all at attention, paying extra mind to Yoenis Cespedes' Cuban-grown mule. Your own personal nightmare is about to begin.That said, No. 16's already admitted that he's heard this point and that it's something he needs to do, and a lesson he needs to learn the hard way. Telling him he's lost his "man card" - do you really think he's going to care about that? Calling him names isn't helping anything. When he's staring into her soulless eyes and kissing her penis-abused lips, is he really going to be wondering : "What would placebo think about this?" We need to support him in whatever he wants to do, and be here to catch him when he falls. THAT'S when we make fun of him, not now.#16 - Godspeed, my friend. Just remember, the dog pictures. After you move back in with her, when you want her out, take those photos. Only this time, you don't mail them to her, you put them in a folder marked "Private" on the computer, then "accidentally" leave that folder open when you go to work one day. By the time you get home, both she and the dog will be gone.