I remember phone calls at Ferraris sobbing trying to fix this before I made the decision to take this to the next level and serve papers. To start a war that never truly ended, I simply made peace because there wasn’t an end. Neither of us have the pride level to admit we were wrong and admit defeat. I won’t let you fucking win, and you’d never give me that privilege either. Even now the attacks have ended, but the mind games on both sides continue. If you ever wonder why I always go radio silent, I remember when you took everything that was important in my life away in one flawed decision. …and now you have to live with yourself. Is your life any better without me in it, or is it worse? We both know the answer to that fucking question and you know it’s not. But you’ve made it a place where we can’t and won’t go back to. I’m sick of fighting a war that ended when I no longer wanted to affect your life or his. He’s a man now the battle is over. The only fires that remain are the ones in