When the first incident happened, my words to him were don’t go nuclear. Nobody wins.

There’s so many ways I tried to prevent this. And as the mystery unfolded over the next six months, I realized how far somebody was willing to go to destroy another human and yet I still somehow feel sympathy as though their past was the reason why they were so cruel, but I just can’t let them hurt me or more importantly them anymore. I find no pleasure in making the decision I had to make, but until this is seen, I can’t let them use them as a way to gain access to me.