“You need to stop brooding over it.”

“How on earth am I supposed to do that?”

“I don’t know exactly, but if you don’t stop, you’re going to lose everything you’ve got left.”

“His dreary apartment, his dreary social life, and you.”

“Thank you for not using ‘dreary’ to describe me too.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Seriously though, he’s gone and he’s not coming back. You need to get out there again. Find someone to share your life with. Have a life.”

“It’s hard not to dwell on it. He was all I had for almost ten years. My life revolved around him.”

“Yes and that’s exactly the problem. You never had a life outside of him. You need to get one.”

“How on earth am I supposed to do that?”

“Well, I don’t know, but you’ve got to try. You can’t go on revolving around someone who isn’t there.”

“Men are bastards. They all leave eventually.”

“Not all, dear. Maybe you should start small. Get a small male dog.”

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Trifecta Challenge: 33 to 333 words featuring the word Dwell.