That moment when all the weird shit adds up. And when you have to sit around and wait for someone to think enough of you to honor your relationship enough to talk to you like a grown adult. 

To be fair, in all my sleuthing (and I’ve done a bunch), I had come to a different conclusion than the one I’m waiting to hear. The mystery has been fun while it lasted. But I’m still going to end up throttling someone. But the “who” likely changes. 

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