November 6, 2019
Had a lovely birthday a couple days back. At breakfast, Mama pointed out how it was the first time in (16?) years that I'm having breakfast with both parents. It's become normal to not have them around. And...here I am fighting to urge to turn this into a wounded child woe-is-me sob-fest. (No offence to wounded children. I see you and I hold your hand.) My tendency to turn sweet topics into sour, bitter ones is becoming annoying (to me most of all) and I can hear my brother preparing to tell a joke. But. Sigh.