The Granny Clampett in me comes out when I read your sitch. I want to chase that varmit off with my shotgun.
Can't you just get mad and get tough, John, drawing strength from the vision of a better day (possibly with that "mythical, magical" 27-year-old hottie that is NOT so mythical OR magical?) Doesn't the idea of a new beginning excite you in some ways?
