I don't know if this even counts but I, like, totally messed up my relationship for ages. On purpose. My ex, he was in grad school far away, and I kinda... kept it that way? We'd do video calls and stuff but I just couldn't handle, like, him actually being HERE. I mean I love painting and I need my space and I don't even — whatever. It was easier not having his clothes everywhere, or him asking what I was drawing. I know it's BAD. I still feel super guilty about it.