You know my t was out of town last weekend, so I told him today that the best thing he did last week was when he said, "i'll see you next monday, here" even tho I asked him if he was going to stop by my apartment on his way home from the airport. He let me know that the fantasy, the problem, was mine, not his. That he could handle it even if I couldn't. That he was safe, even if I wasn't. But mostly that he heard me and answered me. My family doesn't hear me or answer me, so you never know what they're thinking. You can apologize, but they never really accept it. They're operating from a different playbook. Boy I think that's why the mafia says keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. You can't assume what they're thinking, you'll get blindsided. Unless you're in sync with them. If you're not, they'll run right over ya. Sorry for the ramble.