AUTHOR: M. DATE: 6:24:00 PM ----- BODY:

There's nothing more guaranteed to make me bawl than someone being nice to me when I'm sad. In high school two of my good friends and I would say these kinds of things to each other when one of us was crying: That's the biggest zit I've ever seen. Your hair is SO greasy today. Who told you it was a good idea to wear those jeans with that ass? It was guaranteed to coax a smile from even the most wobegone adolescent drama queen. My mother just called after reading this post (yes, I suck, I let her read about it here instead of hearing it from me personally) and was really nice to me. You know how that story ends. I've been trying to write a substantial post in my head all week, but it hasn't made it to the screen. Our decision to postpone the adoption is occupying probably 75% of the brain space that's not taken up by "find food," "deal with logistics for new house" and "this job is kicking my ass." Despite that, I don't have much to write about it. I have enough clarity that I know this was the right decision. I can not and will not do this without my partner 100% with me. It's that clarity that keeps me upright. But I'm sad. I'm just... sad.

-------- COMMENT-AUTHOR: Anonymous COMMENT-DATE:3:34 PM COMMENT-BODY:I am sorry you are sad. I hope that you can both be on the same page sooner rather than later. I know there is nothing I can really say to make you feel any better, but know I am thinking about you. -------- COMMENT-AUTHOR: Anonymous COMMENT-DATE:3:35 PM COMMENT-BODY:I'm sad for you. I should be more upbeat, but I know how much this means to you, and being the right decision doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. I'm sorry... -------- COMMENT-AUTHOR: Shirky COMMENT-DATE:10:50 PM COMMENT-BODY:Once I rode the train home looking so miserable that all the panhandlers told me to cheer up, it was going to be okay, which made me cry.

Hang in there...and can you spare twenty five cents? Twenty five cents? --------