The "maybe" is officially dead. In this episode, I’m pulling up the receipts on an emotional audit I never asked to perform. It turns out, I wasn’t miscalculating the signals; I was using the wrong equation entirely. This is a conversation about the quiet embarrassment of realizing you’ve been decorating a room the other person never gave you the keys to—and why I’m finally packing up my tools, reclaiming my energy, and walking back to my own property. No more "what-ifs," no more subtext. Just the honest truth.