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  • B: Do you think it would help if you talked to him again?
  • Me: (sips coffee) . . . I don't know, really. I mean, if I talked to him and he said what I wanted him to, then it would help.
  • B: What do you want him to say?
  • Me: That he knows I did everything, tried everything to make it work. That he knows I was wonderful. I was great. I was the best thing that ever happened him and he screwed it up. That he destroyed it. Pulled it out of the ground with its roots still intact. . . . That I gave everything. And he gave up.
  • B: But don't you know that already?
  • Me: (shrugs) I want to know that he knows.