The truth is I had one set of secrets and lies in my relationship with Painter. It was a meaningful lie and secret, full of fucketty and shitheadery, but it was the only one.
Of all the friendships I lost in those chaotic first few months, the one I miss the most (besides Painter) is Et Al.
Painter sat at the defendants table and announced with absolute certainty, "This is all your fault." And I wonder, "Which part is my fault?"
As I was sitting in court yesterday listening to opening statements, listening to accusations, and answering questions, I was overcome with gratitude.