I was a little hesitant to post that hot mess yesterday, because I was afraid that some of y'all would start to treat me differently. I know that MOST of you won't, because I'm seriously no different than I was before all this started and I know y'all know that. But I still was afraid I'd make some of you uncomfortable and thus change some aspect of our relationship.
Thankfully, that's very clearly not the case. Within minutes of posting, I got an e-mail with the subject line "Stacey is Bi ;)" from a friend whose brother is bipolar, and she wanted me to know she was there for me with medical expertise and as a friend. And someone who happens to be In The Doghouse said "I'll have to send you pictures of two polar bears and make vague sexual references now." In yesterday's comments, Melinda wrote "I can sing you star trek/star wars themed lullabies or whisper sweet nothings in your ear... Wait, scratch that last part. You're married." Thank you, Melinda... but no.
I love my friends.
That's on top of the many, many, many supportive comments, texts, and calls I've gotten. I don't know why I was trippin'... this is just who I am, and as always, if you don't like me, that sucks for you, not me.
Finally, from watercolor: "You don't spend a lifetime building a network of great family and friends just for fun." This is so right. I'd do, and have done, the exact same thing for any one of my family/friends. If my family didn't want to help me, they wouldn't say "let me know if I can help." I gotta stop with my guilt parade.
Know what does bug me though? When I try to edit my html then go back to the compose tag in blogger's new post field, all of my INTENTIONAL double spaces after my periods, which are SUPPOSED to be there, are condensed to one space. This really grinds my gears.
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