It’s been 2 years. Two years since I last spoke to you, since you said the things you said to me. What exactly did you say to me? Oh yeah, I remember. You told me that I was immature and rude. Why did you call me that? Because I set a boundary about my own life. You asked a question I didn’t want to answer. I brushed it off and changed the topic. That was a clear sign that should have said, “I don’t want to talk about this with you.” But you kept pushing.