I have to say that I kind of like this new place that The Other Mother and I have ended up. It’s still a little odd and I know we’re both wading gently into the motion and the waves, but for the most part I think we’re doing okay. Except that I have this small problem and I don’t know how to handle it.

More and more I find myself actually thinking of her as an actual friend. One who won’t snap and yell at me; one who likes me for who I am even though they know all my faults and misdeeds. It’s an odd place to be, for both of us I would assume. I just don’t know how to handle it. I don’t know how to be anymore.

I’ve done some Google searches to see if other people had found some sort of middle ground and I haven’t found a whole lot. I guess usually they have found it too good to be true, so the peace fell away. That both scares me and fascinates me. I mean, why did it happen that way for other people? Did one side feel like they were always kissing the other sides ass or vice versa? I can see where that would get old and make things a little more challenging. Still, why didn’t they try harder?

Part of me knows, obviously, that she hasn’t been my best friend. The other part of me thinks that we should be best friends, simply because of the position we find ourselves in. Do we act on the premise of self-preservation or selves be damned? I’ve never been very good at these kinds of things.

Now that I have rambled aimlessly for far too long I guess I can admit that there is really no point to this post. Other than to get it out. Because this is still my place. Because right now, I have no one else to talk to.

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