Purgatory.
I was watching a documentary tonight, and one of the people being interviewed said something that struck me.
(paraphrased)
Love isn't all hearts and flowers. Real love hurts. It can be the worst thing in the world when it sinks its claws into you and holds on, refusing to let go, no matter how hard you try to pull them out. She was the last thing I wanted or needed, but she wouldn't leave me alone. And I'm so grateful for that.