To think it’s easier to push someone away and make them wrong rather than be with the discomfort of a mess is a farce. “Wish them well by calling them toxic, say this is sending them off with “love”, flip them off and move on” is a farce. It doesn’t work. That person will keep showing up in another body. I would rather really be in the love and be with the mess. It’s confronting as hell and I’m worth the love to be with it and into transformation. I cannot run from myself, that is a myth. Other is only ever me.