My marriage to Lauren is now dead. I have had enough of her, flowers, California, money, yoga, the Annenbergs—the whole lot. There is nothing there to discuss any longer. Our sessions, too, are over for good.

Perhaps one day Lauren and I will be able to discuss ways of being sufficiently friendly to keep me relatively close to Dorian and Maya. I do hope that she will realize that this is something of value to the children, and that she will therefore help the three of us stay in touch.

Perhaps—and this is much more of a perhaps than above—one fine day Lauren and I will become friendly enough to talk to each other without anger, hate, and disgust. At that point, a few years into the future, some of our differences may become sufficiently small for true understanding and even emotion. However, I leave all this open. Dreams are dreams. They should not be confused with reality.