the week in which things start to pile up

one of the great benefits of being in a relationship with someone (if you’re lucky) is having a second family. problem is, everything is his family is going wrong again. seems like the crisis mode has been passed hand to hand for the last couple of years… which makes every bit of bad news that much harder to take.

it seems we are best defined right now as grown up children–if that makes sense. which leaves my family (after several years of hard training) telling all the kids about everything and making us a part of discussions on how to take care of things when appropriate. his family, after only a couple years of training (and starting out very gently, after all i am an outsider) still waffles. we are sometimes kept in the loop and expected/able to help. sometimes, we find out about things when it’s too late to help, and mostly too late to worry.

today we got a call–to inform us of the loss of a cat. but it could have been any of three people. or with the way things are going, something else entirely. in the midst of fearing phone calls, i crave information. despite knowing that information won’t lead to anything i can do.