I’m a big believer in taking chances. I live my life like it’s a lottery ticket at a carnival in a perfect town. I take candy from strangers, because a stranger is just a friend I haven’t met. I assume that everyone has the very best of intentions.
Today, I’m learning that not every gamble can pay off. Sometimes, someone you trusted decides that you have become The Enemy. So, sometimes, you spend your Saturday barricaded into your home, your Sunday at a hardware store buying a new lock, and your Monday blocking him out of every corner of your Internet.
I’m probably overreacting. I am sure it’s all just a case of brittle pride, of someone trying to scrape his dignity off the floor. The past 48 hours have been blissfully calm. But I have chosen to act with an abundance of caution. I've decided that it's time to be sensible, to de-escalate, to cease all contact, to not seek closure or victory. Scorched earth. Heartless bitch. A plan for every eventuality.
In short, I am not taking any chances.
I’ll be back soon.