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We’re better. We talked for a long time last night, and it went really well. I cried a little, I yelled at him a little, but we got a lot out that we needed to say to each other. I realized that it wasn’t only him, but that I was part of it too, and didn’t want to take any blame. I'm glad that we talked like that, and that we were completely open with each other. He said at one point "I'm so glad that we're talking about all this and it's not wierd..." Yeah, pretty much. I’m hopeful, and I only see things getting better from here.