This is a follow-up to My Trust Was Betrayed.
Texting between two rooms seems incredibly awkward, and even childish, but we seemed well past the point of petty spite. A short back and forth ended with me going into the kitchen and setting up two chairs, then sending a request. I couldn't sleep without getting some kind of resolve out of this.
We had a long talk, and things seem sorted, so we'll see where things go from here.
