Sick but not at death's door. Three down, one to go.

"In the first place, you shouldn’t believe in promises. The world is full of them: the promises of riches, of eternal salvation, of infinite love. Some people think they can promise anything, others accept whatever seems to guarantee better days ahead, as, I suspect is your case. Those who make promises they don’t keep end up powerless and frustrated, and exactly the fate awaits those who believe promises."

—  Paulo Coelho

My case?...I was too hopeful probably. I had once truly believed that the hands would come together one day and actually clap in unison. An illusion I built in my mind and probably enhanced by false promises, and when it began to fall apart....I guess I kind of knew because it was too good to be true in the beginning. The person was too good at manipulations and being vague, but I tried to justify that it contradicts with their personality type. Maybe it's something I will never know or find out. I've learned from a long time ago how reduce damage inflicted upon me, before I let someone hurt me or finding out the facts to probable cause...I will cut my losses as to save myself the agony and pain of betrayal.