After Vincent Moretti stood me up at City Hall for the seventh time, I cut off all contact with him.
Phone calls? Blocked. Social media? Deleted.
Family gatherings he attended, I refused to go.
My company decided to partner with his casino, I resigned on the spot.
My strategy was simple: a clean break.
For thirty years, I gave him everything.
I refused to live like that anymore.
Better to be alone for the rest of my life than to wait one more night in an empty house that never felt like home.
