Once again, the past comes back to haunt me, this time in a place I thought was safe. I thought I could avoid thinking about it by distracting myself with other things (and other people), but to no avail. Here it is, in black and white writing, in a little box on my screen. “It’ll be easy. Just leave them a nice little note and cut them off, and you’ll never hear from them again. As long as they are distracted with their own life, they’ll leave you alone.” Apparently, I was a lot stupider than I thought. Why did I treat them that way? I felt I needed to. Self-preservation is a bitch sometimes (excuse the language). Then again, didn’t they deserve it? After all, they’ve slandered me and destroyed my reputation with some people. I feel I’ve been reduced to a steaming hot pile of scrap with a furnace underneath. Do I try to mend what’s broken? Do I continue ignoring it? What on earth am I supposed to do? I’m already expecting a lot of questions from this post, but whatever, I’ll deal with them as they come. Lord, I wish you’d tell me what You’re doing through this. It’d be so much easier than trying to figure it out on my own.