I am walking away. You will kick and scream and do everything you can to get me back under your thumb, but you are in my orbit now, and I’d you want to survive, you have to follow me. You need guidance. You will crash and burn over the next couple of years otherwise. Our roles have been reversed. You are at my mercy. You have no control. I am prepared for you to die. I will not give in. I will not sink to your level. Goodbye you crazy b****. I can heal the damage that has been done to you. You are a fool. I don’t need you. You need me. I am your forbidden fruit. I win. Game over.