Endings, particularly abrupt ones, are one of those rare moments in life when we get to find out how we really feel. This is one of those bittersweet ironies that existentialists build whole careers out of, and that we therapists love to pithily remind our clients of while cocking an eyebrow. In my case, I imagine that the forthcoming series finale of HBO’s Togetherness will confirm that I love this show and that, for all my practiced jadedness, I still believe that love conquers all. I suppose I’ll have to wait and see. Because the thing about endings is, they’re intense. And not in a camping way, but in a psychological way. They’re the last opportunity to take something in, which often means they’re the first of these opportunities to be taken, because seeing things clearly means coming to terms with the fact that they will end.