There are a lot of sour grapes rationalization going on. There is a panicked search for sense, followed by a mad scrambling to fortify sanity. There’s a lot of bumping into walls and desperate recoils and un-thought-out “solutions”. There are desperate remedies applied that later backfire and are regretted. And finally, there is the sigh of acceptance, but not as much from finding peace with something as from giving up because the mind and the emotions have shut down from frustration and the sickness of impasse. Such is the psychological process during the flailing in the last moments of life. The moment before the perceived death of a valued relationship.