J. showed up tonight and asked if I’d come over to talk tomorrow. Given how he asked –“I love you, and I would walk to the ends of the Earth for you, and I want you to know exactly how I feel and for you to come over so I can demonstrate that to you. I promise it won’t be hurtful, and I’m going to try to set things right.” — I think I at least owe him that. It doesn’t mean my boundaries have changed or that I’ll accept anything less than what I deserve… but I’ll grant him a conversation. Who knows? Maybe he WILL set things right. Whether or not he CAN is a separate question, and I’ll have to leave that one to God tonight. Especially since I feel as though I’m coming down with strep, and I’m due to teach small children in the morning. Namaste.