Something very.... significant has happened in my family, which has thrown my past relationships into sharp relief.

Primarily, the entire, and entirely learned, habit of telling people things as late as possible once the breakdown of trust has started to happen.

Seriously: I didn't come up with that idea on my own, and it ended up an ugly toxic chunk in relationships that have failed on me... Why would your experience be different?

Do any of us deserve another chance, at this point? Who knows, anymore. But I think about it. More often than I should, probably.

.....

In other news, getting recertified to teach.