I've started the new job. I've started to change. It's a slow process, but there are significant steps being taken and notable progress.

Most surprising development: I finally had enough of a certain situation. Sometimes you predict the worst future just so you can make sure to make it happens. And he did and so I guess that means he wins. Fine. I give. I'm tired of defending my intentions to someone who should know so much better. But for the record (my record, at least) I never told him to fuck off. I'm sure that in the version in his head I'm wearing the villain's mustache. But it is what it is and you can't keep friends who won't be kept.