I am suddenly in middle of yet another personal crisis and must say, I am quite tired of being part of my genetically-assigned family. Father of said family, ‘recovered’ alcoholic of 30-some odd years, has apparently headed back to the bottle after discovery that his wife of 25 years requests separation and, “never loved him.”
My first inclination is to send aching message to J in search consolation of some sort. But I’m v. aware that J is on the frantic side of busy and would not be source of comfort that I am seeking. Disappointed even before the attempt. Should I give him more credit, maybe? I’d love for him to say, “Hey, let’s go for a ride. Take your mind off things for a bit” or to offer no more than really great J hug. Not likely to get either though, as he has band practice every night this week.
Find myself foolishly wishing I was a set of drums.
Gal Pal wisely noted, “Really all you want is to fall into his very masculine arms…..however, if you were a set of drums….how would you accessorize?”
I’m certain I would find a way. Even as a drum. I’ve got a knack for that sort of thing.
Just received an email from J. Dare to answer with current state of affairs?
