In Paris, Trump met with the Ukrainian president Poroshenko and didn’t have a meeting with Putin. It’s not even a blip on the radar of anybody in the US, and rightfully so, but in Ukraine it’s a mega big deal.
I can’t believe I bought into all this garbage, two years ago, about Trump being Putin’s agent. I actually suffered. Worried about it.
On the positive side, I very easily accept when I was wrong. It’s very good not to be narcissistically injured in a way that requires inhabiting a world of fantasy to maintain a sense of self.