A few double Martinis with lots of olives sure reconciled mine for a couple of hours, lol.
Sometimes in a true unthinking moment, I will think of the Dude, and a silent "I love you" forms on my lips. Then I step back for that moment and really consider that most misused phrase in the English language. I really don't in the romantic sense, anymore. That died with finding him in bed with the Skank. After that, when I think about the really hard first few weeks, I realized that when I was thinking of being in love, it had changed, and I was expressing being in love with the idea, now, not the person. He was not who he professed to be, and the nasty visuals iced the cake. So maybe that was when I started using my brain a little, and the heart is tagging along. And it goes for any relationship.
All the same , never again. My dogs need 4 legs , not 2.