Love is trial by fire...

Love is trial by fire. Love is a Sisyphean ordeal. Love gives me a serious relapse of schizophrenia. Love is like snakes and ladders -- my girlfriend rolls the dice. Sometimes -- I'm snaked -- and I've to return to a square nearer the start. Sometimes I'm laddered -- It's nothing to do with my being lucky with the dice -- It's to do with her state of mind -- I'm always at the whim of my girlfriend. It's not the dice of destiny -- it's the whimsicality of my girlfriend. She's a notoriously mercurial temperament. It's emotional adult-battering. If she's mad at me -- she just stops talking to me -- it seems like infinity. It feels like going cold turkey. It's tormenting. It's like abrupt cessation of smoking without nicotine gum.