I'm staring out the window of my office, onto the green leaves of the trees walling the end of the garden. It's a cloudy day, and it looks like it will rain soon. My heart rate is high. I'm excited, anxious, worked up, ecstatic. I've just unblocked an old friend, and we are messaging for the first time in 6 months. It's strange and scary, but it's also relieving and reassuring.

Then he makes reference to an anonymised account that had messaged him a few times over the last month. He expects me to understand it, I become confused. I tell him so. "That wasn't you?"

What. My heart drops and my hands begin to shake.

Someone had been impersonating me. And I knew who that someone was. The only person who knew of my friend and I'd situation was B. B: who I had gone to in tears 6 months ago, when I had been hurt by this friend. B: who had been the one that convinced me to block him.

B and this friend did not know each other, they both came from entirely different worlds. I guess B was curious about him, which I see no problem with. But what's not fine is someone else being in control of my friend's perception of me, of directing what's seen to be *my* words and actions. Moreover, I had specifically asked B not to do so, not to message him, to leave it alone.

It feels absurd, two disconnected aspects of my life coming together in such a way. But it also feels painful. B, who I trust more than any other, let his curiosity (and, perhaps, his jealousy) override his obligation to me.