J is gone again, maybe for good.
I hadn't heard from him since are last get together other than a quick email exchange when I checked on his welfare after hearing about a murder at the prison where he works. Then a couple days ago I was restless and decided to message him.
When he answered he told me that he and his wife were back together, in counselling, and he'd promised to behave himself. I replied that I would leave him alone then.
So there we are. Life continues just as it always has.
I suppose I'll never learn...
Later update :
I'm watching Bette Davis in Dangerous. Art imitating life. Or life imitating art. Bleah...