I remember too. And I was mad at you, except I was mad at a version of you that no longer exists. Mad that I had nothing to be mad at. Mad at the position you left me in, when the whole thing was apparently envisioned by a fascist. Mad that I couldn't even be mad at you for not talking to me because you had healing to do. Mad that I was no longer that person for you to come to.
You know I like contingency. And have trust issues.
Something like that. Maybe you can help me work out an acronym. But if you want in on the loop, you're in.