--- "Blocked, Blessed, and Moving On: Why I’m Done Playing Games" Let me tell you a little something about people who love to talk. They sit around, sharing gossip, whispering my name like it's a trending hashtag—spending all their time and energy on me, but when I draw the line, suddenly they’re the ones getting emotional. Isn’t that always the way? Look, I’m way too grown to be dealing with this kind of nonsense. If you’re two years older or six years younger, what difference does it make when we’re all supposed to be adults here? Yet, it’s like we’re back in high school. People throwing shade, creating drama, and expecting me to just take it. Newsflash: I don’t play that game. I blocked them. Simple as that. The phone’s off-limits, and the door is locked. I even made it easy—if you really need to contact me, send an email. And guess what? Nobody’s hitting "send." They had plenty to say when it was behind my back, but now that there’s a chance they have to say...