When it happens it's weird. And you're just left sitting there, no words are coming out. They'll tell you, "I told you so, but you didn't listen, better than they know. You took those words and made them into a life. Carved out a hole. And lived there, as a fox. The only real fox. The other just wore masks. Trying to hide their shame, their true identities. But you, you are still innocent, and have nothing to hide. No wonder things get estranged- that house became violent. You would come out bleeding. It's time to move on. You've out grown your 'shelter' just look forward.