funny you should bring this up just now. I asked T a couple of weeks ago, is the reason we all want to join T's family because our families are so cruddy? (He goes, oh, do you all? idjit. YES!) Then I felt a sign of healing was when we felt WE had something to give to T, enough to share, something of value, and that we good enough that someone else WOULD want something from us - that we don't have cooties.

I'm gonna have to start a thread on cooties one of these days.

anyway, T texted me last night at the end of the game (super bowl). we talk about sports a lot, he knows I love Eli. Still, we RARELY text, and it's always been initiated by me. I was like, this doesn't mean anything. Then I thought, as he always says, is he texting me as my T or as my boyfriend? The answer obviously is, as my T. So it DOES have meaning, it's not nothing, as my mother always insisted everything was - "that doesn't mean anything." You get all A's, your brother teases you, nobody plays with you, you feel bad, you threw up at school, you're full, you can't breathe? None of that means anything. There is nothing to be done about it.

Whereas with T - everything means something. Something can be done about everything, even if it's just talking about it.