M and I took a walk and discussed the situation with L, particularly my agreement to not talk to her anymore. Agreement? Statement? It was good to have the opportunity to vent to someone other than J, doubly because I won’t talk to J again for a few days. There is definitely absurdity in acting for months on assumptions about where someone stands, more so when it’s based on a single conversation. I suppose that if I didn’t care I wouldn’t bother. This relationship continues to underscore the importance of communication and the difficulty when there isn’t any.

Closing a door leaves much less to question than yelling out an open one into the dark.