Hmmm. It's a cliche that sometimes the few can ruin things for the many. In this case, perhaps more accurately for the one. Meaning, me. I thought we had a deal. When it comes to SS, keep your assvice to yourself. Period. The vast majority of y'all were so good about this, and I would like to say how much I appreciate that.
But there were a couple who couldn't resist. And, as I foretold, reading their comments pissed me off. (They remain unpublished.)
I hate being pissed off. But I can't control what you write. I can only control what I write. Which means I may very well not write any more about SS, which is a shame indeed.
Just know that right now things are fine. We've got another plan to meet up. I'm satisfied with the situation.
What's most on my mind at this moment is that I'm fighting with my best friend, who for some reason seems determined to always think the worst of me lately. It's frustrating, and it feels unfair. In my head, I know many of her issues are just that--her issues. In my heart, though, I'm sad and angry about it.
So that's that.
Update: Best Friend called. I explained what made me upset. She listened and understood. Things are much, much better now, and I'm happy about that!