I’m pretty lucky having someone now who is awesome at communicating with me. (Doesn’t mean that when she says, “Jackster, you know what I’m thinking — ” that I won’t go over to her, put my hand on her head while scrunching up my face, finally exhaling and saying, “Nope, honey, I got nuthin’!”) But past relationships? Yeah, all too familiar with the “if you really cared about me I wouldn’t have to explain” games. Thanks, H!