So here's the thing...

For nearly eight years, while attending college I'd remained single.

I'm no scholastic wizard so it took my dedication to finish successfully. There simply wasn't time to invest in a relationship.

Buuuut....there remained those itches Netflix couldn't scratch....if you catch my drift...😏

A guy and I maintained a mutually agreed upon..."friends with..." type of dealy.

Safe. Familiar. Comfortable.

Then I graduated, took an internship 3000 miles away....and we said good - by.

Or so I'd thought.

Fuuuuqu.

He followed me across state lines, convinced proximity meant connection.

It never does.

It just turned my life into something smaller, tighter, watched.

What surprised me wasn’t the fear...I’d already learned how to carry that...but what came next.

A man in my life now didn’t meet it with anger, threats, or chest-beating. No macho bullshit.

Just quiet, unshakable confidence.

He walked into a restaurant men’s room, found him, and had a conversation I’ll never fully hear.

No scene. No spectacle.

As I sat there alone in a booth kinda slightly freakin' out.

Then he came back to the table, calm as ever, and said, “It’s handled.”

Handled meant inviting him to sit with us, human to human....at our table.

It meant seeing something broken instead of something to fight. And somehow, by the end of the night, it meant a one-way plane ticket out of town.

No violence. No revenge. Just presence so...idk... solid? .... it left no room for obsession to stand.

I learned the most intimidating thing in the world isn’t rage...it’s a man who knows exactly who he is...

...and what he's willing to be an example of.


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