I did eventually send J details of this latest trial. Male sympathy is amusing in that it nearly lacks sympathy altogether, but it is quite practical. I don’t know whether it’s blind affection for anything J-related or not, but I did feel much better by end of the afternoon.
I spent evening engaged in manual labor which succeeded in focusing mind on things completely unrelated to drinking father, heartless mother or the darling and elusive J.
Must do that more often.
