I got a text from him saying he was moving a bale of hay and it fell off the tractor and landed on him.

After months of the silent treatment I gave up and tried (unsuccessfully) to move on.

But over time I've started to imagine myself as the coyote, continually chasing the Road Runner, and every scheme ends with me falling off a cliff.

I told him I understand; things happen.

During my time talking to her, she showed a pattern of only answering non-serious questions and not answering serious questions or only answering them if I followed up multiple times.

I started to call her but thought, "I’ll let her reach out to me next." She didn't.

I reached out to her twice during the early weeks of the pandemic to see how she was doing, but never heard back.

How many times can you get shot down while still trying to remain genuine and embrace your individuality?

He said and did all the right things to make me think we were on the same page.