Scott and I hardly speak to each other when we get back. He has a hard time looking at me, let alone being my friend. If I go into a room he would see me, turn around and leave, unless it is work-related. I started feeling the loss, breaking my spirits during what is supposed to be an exciting time in my life: newly engaged, amazing job. Surprisingly, I find myself missing Scott like crazy. I decided to treat myself to a complete makeover now that my financial situation is stabilized and I have furniture. I want to look the part of my newfound position at the Association. Soon, the...