This is the final blog in this series, and as promised, I’ll do my best to put it all "on the table.”

So, what’s this “deeply loving” reason you’re writing all this, Jill?” I’m glad you asked. 

I was lying on the ground with my hands clinging to the limestone when a dark circle came over and surrounded me. It wasn’t dark clouds. I knew that because the temperature didn’t shift.

I kept saying this to my former husband, “Two people telling each other what the other one is doing wrong is like two dogs chasing each other’s tail. What we need to do is go to our corners and chase our own tails until we catch them!"

My former husband/childhood friend is not evil. Not even close! He is a good guy, and I mean a really good guy! So, what’s the problem...

I sat with the third counselor in a row and heard the same thing repeated again. It wasn’t until that third time that my mind finally let it actually register. “You are not the narcissist in this picture; your husband is.”

The first time I ran into my former husband in adulthood, he was pushing tidy little white lines of cocaine around on a black tabletop...

There is just something about the mesmerizing white lines of an interstate or highway that seems to lull me into a certain kind of freedom I can’t resist.