XIII

The truth comes out at last. I’ll tell you, it is both a blessing and a curse to be so intuitive. My spirit has never been wrong in its suspicions. I pick up the minutest things, not by force, but simple observation. People have a way of secreting information, even what they wish to keep hidden. If you’re sharp enough, you’ll see it. Pair this with a memory that functions like a trap, and my mind is a database that logs information; my reason and knack for narrative put the story together. By extension, I can also perceive when people are being deceitful. A lifetime of people-watching and quiet reasoning have sharpened my senses to the nth.

I say all of that to say I dodged a bullet. Again. Every decision I’ve made to leave a woman has never proven to be a mistake; on the contrary, time proves me right—despite their lies and shameless gaslighting. My only lament is not listening sooner and saving myself from a portion of the overt disrespect. To stop myself from the poems and stories. I can’t help but feel embarrassed and I know I’ll contend with these feelings for a while. But as a whole, I wish I had a child’s faith to thank God for being wise enough to follow my intuition—I was right the entire time! In the words of Sheldon Cooper, “my brain is better than everybody’s!”

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