I can’t. We grew up next door to each other since we were in Pampers. She tried to talk me down (and even gave me a pot brownie!) watching election night at her house, with ne’er a peep of praise for the other side. Letting go would feel like letting go of your friend’s hand and watching them slide down under the quicksand. I can’t give up hope.
I can’t. We grew up next door to each other since we were in Pampers. She tried to talk me down (and even gave me a pot brownie!) watching election night at her house, with ne’er a peep of praise for the other side. Letting go would feel like letting go of your friend’s hand and watching them slide down under the quicksand. I can’t give up hope.
I was kidding, but I have a few family and friends that are the same. And you can’t pick your family, although if you live far enough away, you can avoid them most of the time...:)
I can’t. We grew up next door to each other since we were in Pampers. She tried to talk me down (and even gave me a pot brownie!) watching election night at her house, with ne’er a peep of praise for the other side. Letting go would feel like letting go of your friend’s hand and watching them slide down under the quicksand. I can’t give up hope.
I was kidding, but I have a few family and friends that are the same. And you can’t pick your family, although if you live far enough away, you can avoid them most of the time...:)