So me moms and I are chatting on the phone this morn.  I’ve just finished sobbing about losing my girl (meaning she’s being snotty, not seeming to care, not showing remorse, accepting that we actually WILL be one of those mom/daughter combos that are at each other’s throats during her teen years since, by her own admission this morning, “I mean, like, we are already doing that now, so….”  yeah.  

I try to act like its not killing me, though the blood runneth out of my eyes.  

See it?          The blood?      Runneth-ing?

And me moms, matter-of-factly, comes back with this:  ”I’m having trouble keeping up with all my doctors appointments and I’ve been playing around with the idea of NOT TRYING anymore and just GOING OUT SLOWLY instead of fighting it all the time.”  

Hmmm…

In my current state, this seems to make sense to me.  I see myself not worrying about my diet, weight, relationships… think how easy it could be.  I offer to join her and throw in that my severely depressed sister would be a definite ‘in’.  Yeah, it’s starting to sound like a veritable community.  

I’m seeing it catch on.