Thanks for the text. It scratched the scab, but the familiar pain is somehow comforting.  You know how many times I have replayed every day, every event, every argument or issue from Costa Rica?  Too many.  What the fuck happened?  You liked, even loved me me because I push back, and as you said “gave you the proverbial backhand” when needed. Every action and attitude was for it not to work. Fear, really?  After all that?  It still doesn’t make sense. You know where we’d be right now?  I mean besides in some lame argument…