Like anyone else, there are certain things I know to be true about myself and my relationships. Little anchors that keep me from drifting off too far into my marshmallow field. So, what do you do when you come to the conclusion that some of your anchors have rusted and fallen away- anchors who died a silent death while you happily watched reruns and painted your toenails and kissed your husband-completely oblivious to the ruin around you? .... I don't know the answer. Maybe I won't give it another thought after my fingers have left the keyboard. Maybe I'm better off without the extra weight. Afterall, thin is in...
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