I choose to be happy. The D was averted. My explanation is that two people living together, well, things can build up, and then pop like a giant toxic zit.
Something happened on Sunday, that I shouldn't really write about, because it's someone else's story. But the experience has been on my mind a lot. Just about how vulnerable we all are, and that something awful can happen, but we somehow make it through and find a way to heal.
The bold move that was made, is I sent a package with sweaters and a book to someone really famous. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.