The night it started
It was 2am on a rainy Tuesday in [TODO: your city or room]. I was searching through [TODO: chat name or friend] for a link someone had sent me months ago.
Instead of the link, I kept bumping into my own words: "will review tonight", "sending the draft by afternoon", "call you in ten minutes".
Nobody was mad. No one followed up. The conversations simply kept moving until the promises evaporated into polite static.
That quiet decay felt worse than an actual argument. So I pulled my wifi, dumped two years of text logs onto my drive, and built a scanner to hold myself to account.