I realize I'm babbling...but dang it all! No wonder I have this damn identity crisis.--
  • Am I a mother, just caring blindly?
  • Am I a sister, someone to chide and suport over shopping descissions?
  • Am I a daughter, someone to take out to the stores and put on the counter(arm) in a lookie world what I have kinda way?
  • Am I one of the guys, someone to hang with at sporting events/trade shows?
This language 'soul mate' had this neuvospeak quality to me that was so foreign. Is that the opposite of 'just is'. Or is that 'just is' on happy narcotics?

I can love unconditionally, Lil I can. But not as a wife, as a mother with a child--a child who has ADD, emotional ADD. Emotional support just isn't a cup of coffee.

What's there for me in this not quite empty nest?

Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn. Edna St. Vincent Millay