My friend Amaka dated this guy for 3 years. This guy broke her trust completely. Cheated on her, lied to her, walked all over her. She cried, she begged him to change, nothing. Eventually, she found the strength and left him. It destroyed her, but she left. For 8 months, she healed. She started glowing again. Started posting again, going to gym, focusing on her business. Then, on a random Tuesday night, he called. "Amaka, I've missed you. I've changed. I realized what we had. No one is like you." Amaka's heart jumped. Her ego whispered to her: "See? Your love finally entered his heart. He finally realized your worth. He finally understood." She wanted to believe it so bad. She called me that night. "He's back. He said he's changed." I asked her one question: "What happened to the girl he left you for?" Silence. She checked. That girl had dumped him 2 weeks before. He was staying with a friend because he couldn't afford his rent alone. His life was cold. The streets had humbled him. He didn't have an epiphany about Amaka's worth. His new option failed. The streets got cold. And Amaka's space was familiar, comfortable, and convenient. He knew she would cook for him, comfort him, give him money, give him peace. Most people don't come back because they suddenly respect you. They come back because they are recycling an old comfort zone. Amaka blocked him. That was the best decision she ever made.