Well, we've found Phantom Dennis.
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Close the internet; P-C wins it tonight.
Well, we've found Phantom Dennis.
I should be so lucky!
Do you have a loofah?
The "Why aren't you fucking visiting us every fucking day of the fucking week why don't you have time for us" shit has begun, HURRAH.
Ugh. I struggle with this, myself. I can't figure out where the line between "OMG you are asking too much" (like when she wants and guilts my sister about driving 30 minutes up to watch a basketball game with them, and my sister is all "I have to work in the morning, and I don't actually care about this team WTF") and "I am an ungrateful daughter who should be forced to go live on an ice floe somewhere" (When I'm all "but I don't wanna hang out with them on Christmas!"), and I know that the line is definitely shaded by my feelings of returning adolescent angst and "WHYYY" and "DONT WANNA" when I am dealing with my mom. I can never decide if I'm enforcing healthy boundaries, or being a brat. (This is not to say you are being a brat, just it's something I struggle with even in a somewhat more healthy relationship than yours usually is!)
So things are complicated with Phosphate Girl because of distance and other reasons but I have to share this because it is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me, regarding a concert we went to last year:
Her: you held my hand to take me through the crowd.
Me: I did not want you to get lost.
Me: Also I wanted to hold your hand.
Her: Uh huh
Her: I did not want to get lost
Her: and I didn't know I wanted you to hold my hand until you did.
That is sweet!
Awww. P-C!!!
Made of WIN!
Excellent, P-Cow!
Nice