You don’t always get what you give back. It only takes a few people, snakes in the grass, to corrode belief that if you’re good to people all people will be good to you. I can’t think of a single thing, short of homicide, you haven’t accused me of. And the we talk and talk and talk and a day or two later you apologize. Well. Some things shouldn’t be forgiven. I gave you graciousness and accommodation. You’ve shown yourself; destroyed my career, my life and my family. How many days until you call me and say I’m sorry? What do you expect for me to say back? Now that you’ve got me on the edge of a cliff are you expecting me to relent and say you’re right? You’re not and you’re fucking crazy.