Highlights: Tuesday's counseling appointment was emotionally intense. I'm wrestling with hard choices and the realities of having to distance myself from an unhealthy dynamic. It's more complicated than anything I've done before, including the divorce, but it might be the only path left to something better for both of us. Jen's intestinal issues continued to the point that she conceded to going to UrgentCare. And to my surprise, I called it… diverticulitis. Two days before leaving for a week-long cooking course in Italy. Seriously, that sucks, but it could be worse, and for a very brief time today, I was conscious that sooner or later, one of us will face some terminal situation sooner or later. It's so easy to forget that. We visited Matt to pick up cheese from Washington, enjoyed some meats and wine and had social time. It was awesome. I needed it. So did Jen.