Sorry, I know all of this sounds like fishing. I’d rather believe we fell apart over something stupid. Reaching the conclusion that we slammed the brakes on our shared appreciation for each other and pushed the gear into reverse, perhaps in response to something like my thinking a peanut butter and jelly sandwich is better than bologna and her getting pissed about it, would justify my anger over the whole thing. Sometimes I wonder if reality robs me of that justification, though. Truth is, we both agree peanut butter and jelly is better than bologna. Together and separately.

And isn’t that what’s important here? The truth?