After my little meltdown on 10/26, I was able to grab the reins of my rampant estrogen-fueled emotions before things got out of control. I didn’t confront him. I didn’t deem the relationship hopeless and run. I didn’t do anything. Well, that’s not exactly true. I took my profile down. I didn’t remove it so that I could immediately tell him he must do the same – I just took it down and didn’t say a word. He didn’t ask about it, either. I checked his profile today (yes, I’m weak!). His profile is gone now, too. That feels good – I’m happy today.