Have you ever spent six hours talking to someone about the state of your relationship, your fears and disappointments, and your hopes and desires for something better? And what if those six hours actually ended up being an investment in the future rather than the denouement of a million could haves, should haves, and would haves? If not, I have this news: it’s a fabulous event followed with even more fabulous feelings, but it comes with a hell of an emotional hangover. I’m glad I stocked up on the Excedrin, or else I wouldn’t be able to enjoy it all. Totally worth it, though. Namaste.