welp, horoscope sure panned out, the honeymoon was brief, as it should be #reallife
We have been through this countless times, some version of it, with him or one of the girls, not to mention the extended clan, which if you count them then it's chronic. And lately, both my parents, one never to return. I passed Patti's house, looking for a place to park and think/talk it through again with him. He understands, the "intersectionality of social determinants of health" playing out in K's body, by extension rippling through my family, by extension the obligations that it has exacted from me and always will.
That's a lot.
Ok, we have a plan. He takes my mom for the evening. I grab Ears and extra car and head to Irving. Then snow slams that plan, the same fucking storm the son-in-law was plowing when he could no longer breathe earlier in the day.
Plan B, hunker down, eat whatever he is making for my mom, I haven't eaten anything, and now tomorrow still has this logistical nightmare to figure out with meetings I can't miss too, so calories would be good. But plan B is out of the blue, and he doesn't love getting nzl'd when he is girding his loins for battle(s) grim. I'm not taking that personally at all. Well, maybe as a personal challenge, all in good time. Today I feel warm and grateful. That sausage, it tasted so good it kinda almost hurt.
There is no way to get around it that I can see. Life's a losing battle if you love anything. What's the fucking remedy for that again?
