Life is too expensive to be with someone who is all out to drain you. And I don’t mean expensive in the monetary sense. I mean the deeper ledger: the attention you stopped paying yourself, the ideas that went quiet, the quality of your laughter before you started rationing it. Some people don’t take your money; they take your weather. They sit in the sun of you and leave you standing in your own shadow, wondering when the clouds moved in. You don’t always notice the bankruptcy until you are already broke.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​