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I often write and decide to publish after the moment has passed, and I am at peace with it. I just logged on for the first time since November 17, 2025. I went to my last writing, and this is it. Untitled. Blank. Not a word written. I don't have to think too hard about why this would be. I am certain I was too broken to write at that moment and instead walked away. So, to find this date blank has a lot more to it. I gave someone a chance. I took the risk. In the end, it was beautiful. He was my best friend. He loved my girls fiercely, and I loved his boys like I never imagined I would. But...because it had gotten to the point of everything being so great, he bailed. Now, this made zero sense to me. That is, until I remembered what he said, "I'm sorry for being avoidant." I started researching and realized that he was actually a textbook avoidant. Awesome. Another lesson in attachment styles and forms of manipulation under the cloak of an adult relationship. I wasted...