from things and people that bother me, I can’t. My mother got her hair done by Sharyn today. Apparently, while she was there, Sharyn was upset over something in her family.  She called the new boyfriend to tell him about it.  My mother didn’t know that he was the new boyfriend, just that she heard Sharyn talking to him by name. My mother said he told Sharyn, “I wish I was there to hold you in my arms.”

When I heard the name, I knew it was the boyfriend she was talking to.  When I heard what he said, my internal response was, “So, do I.  I would tell her the same thing.”

I want to comfort her, also.  But, it doesn’t matter coming from me.

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