I spend the meeting the next day wearing Jake’s sunglasses and nursing a hangover. My eyes are puffy and sore, and my head’s banging.

He put me to bed last night and left me alone until our first meeting this morning; he didn’t even push at me to eat breakfast or jog with him for a change. I know he’s walking on eggshells, waiting to see how I am. He’s giving me space, or maybe he’s just looking at me and thinking I’m probably mentally broken and could fall apart any day now, so he should handle with care.

I’m in ‘cold and grumpy’ mode and I’m really excelling at...