Goodbye 2016. Don’t come back. You were harsh, abrasive, and caustic. You rubbed me the wrong way: With your arrogance, hypocrisy, hate, belligerence, and turmoil. You split families apart. You rifted away our friendships, at least what we assumed were so. Your Grim Reaper was a greedy bastard—taking way too many, too soon. (And one … More Goodbye 2016. Don’t come back.