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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 a year. All for him to keep me close enough while he also started to date someone else. 

God has often had to put up billboards to get my attention. This time He used Facebook and the "people you may know" feature. To my absolute shock, a friend of my former sister-in-law was suggested, I looked, and her last post was her, in a photo, with him. He never wanted to post us, or be tagged. Even his boss questioned him about this. There is this songwriter, no absolute genius, who wrote this iconic line, "you kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath." Thanks for becoming a Taylor Swift Song. 

The rest of the year was "fine" but to be honest, nothing has been fine for a very, very long time. But that's for another day.