ME: Hi. So, totally cool that you’re not ready to talk. I get it, and I certainly don’t blame you.

ME: Ugh. I’m just going to put this in one giant paragraph, otherwise your phone is going to be beeping every two seconds and you’ll hate me even more than you already do. Because I know you hate me, and that’s totally justified because I said a horrible thing to you. Like the worst thing. And I’m so sorry, Jackpot. Yes, I was mad because you sort of lied (which is like a whole other thing, but let’s just focus on me for now, yeah?), but that doesn’t excuse what I said. Anyway. I’m sorry. So so so sorry. I want to talk to you. And I want you to come home. And I can move out, of course, but I really hope you’ll find a way to forgive me because I miss you, Jackpot. And I love you. So much.

ME: And I’m sorry. Did I mention that yet?

JACK: I could never hate you, sweet pea. And I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you. But I need some space. Some time to get my head straight and figure some stuff out.

ME: Of course. Take all the time you need.

ME: Is it okay if I text every once in a while?

JACK: Of course. I might not respond, but I’m here. Always.

ME: Therapy was really good today. Did I mention I’m back in therapy? Clearly I needed it. Need it. And today’s session was good. By that I mean I cried my face off. Apparently in professional terms that’s known as a breakthrough. In Sadie terms it means I’ll be drinking lots of wine tonight. Some might consider that an unhealthy coping mechanism, but I prefer to think of it as a reward for good behavior. I’m not telling you this so you’ll feel sorry for me because I definitely don’t need or want that. I just really wanted to tell you about my day. I wish I could hear about yours too. I miss you. Like a lot. I love you. Also a lot.

JACK: I’m proud of you, sweet pea. And I love you too.