Just got off the phone with Mara. It didn't go well. She called to say goodnight. It wasn't good timing because I'd spent the previous hour chewing on some things. I tried to let her just go to bed, but she pushed me to talk about what was bugging me.

I can sum up the entire conversation simply by saying that apparently I victimized Mara by finally doing so. She climbed right up there on her cross. Only she could push you to talk about something and then feel burdened that you did.