I don't really want to talk about it. I'm out of options.
I feel sick to my stomach.
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I don't really want to talk about it. I'm out of options.
I feel sick to my stomach.
Not talking if fine too. Can anybody do anything?
There isn't anything anyone can do, Gar. The truth can be ugly but there's no denying it.
Oh Maria, you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. We are all here for you, you know.
Maria, you don't have to talk about it if it's too much. We're all here, though. Hang in there.
In my mind and heart I am wrapping both Matt and Maria up in that warm snuggly place in the middle of a cat when it's all curled up and sleeping, surrounded by love and care and softness.
Much getting-better~ma for all those observing Buffistas and Adjacent Persons Sick Day.
Ok, just know that if it's something that seems like it's reflecting on you, that we know you and we value you. That negative stuff that gets said in heated moments may very well not reflect reality. We are more than the sum of our choices. We like you and believe in you and no matter what's going on, it is possible for you to get through this.
Oh, god, Maria, I'm so sorry. So sorry.
Maria my love, you are in my thoughts. And I'm going to point at what Liese said and very emphatically nod and say "YEAH, THAT."