I'm on the verge of something wonderful.

And wonderfully exciting. And terrifying, due to my complete and utter
inexperience with it.

Here's the Weevil-y part: I may have already blown it.

Inadvertently?

What do you think?

Still, the f up was all me (and my little friend). Mostly due to my ability
to willfully (if not always consciously) forget things I'd rather not know
about. Now normally I feel like this is a huge asset - the  silver lining
to my obnoxiously shitty memory. This time, however, it has affected
others.

Negatively.

It seems highly likely that all damage will remain purely emotional.
Huge tracts of that damage are going to be in my own back yard, as it
were.

I could be blowing this all out of proportion. Pray to the deity of your
choice that I am? I'd appreciate it.

I have already begun making reparations to one of the aggrieved.

The other...

I'm sick about her, still. That's a place I do not want to go. I do not
think that the trust is there to overcome my stupidity, like it was for
the party with whom I'm already working on the reparations. The shits of it
is that, say, twenty-four hours ago I was thinking things were going to
go swimmingly this spring. Now I'm worried that I'm going to slip back into
the deep depression that was the last half of last year.

Man, I hope I can work this all out.

Plus, I abhor confrontation.
I teeter precariously close to neurosis on this.

I know at least one person who would say that's an understatement.