Tuesday June 17– Got an e-mail from Ken in the morning – he's going to pursue individual counseling. I went swimming with Wyatt after school. Stuart's family was there, so I waited outside for Wyatt and put sunscreen on. He was rather shocked at my rash – I guess he never got it when he started. We talked about the various things going on in our respective lives. Jack, to his credit, didn't say anything at all about it. Had a decent swim, but not a good one. I got 40 laps in, Wyatt only got 20-something. Not really a good day for it. Dropped Wyatt off and headed home. I talked to Chris Mac on Facebook – at first, he didn't want to say anything at all about Friday – that's between me and my bf. Eventually got it out of him that by “let Chris fuck him” Ken actually meant “kicked Kenny out of the room, locked the door, took his clothes off, and rode him 'till he came.” Chris shares my belief that someone else's relationship is not his responsibility. No, it's not, but a friend of mine would either have not been party to it, or at least told me. Took him off my friend's list.