My own biological mother just wrote this to me in an email:
"If someone told YOU, YOUR life story, YOU might look at them like THEY were an alien."
Sit on that one for a second.
She wrote that to me in response to my telling her.......
I met with a Christian counselor for the first time.
And as I was telling him my current story,
my last year's story,
my last three year's story,
my last 11 year's story,
and then of course,
my life story,
he took like 12 pages of notes,
ran out of ink in his pen,
wiped his brow,
and replaced his eyeballs with a new set he had in his briefcase because his orginal pair popped out of his freaking head as he looked at me like I was a six headed alien, while fashionably dressed, extremely well spoken and educated, cuter than a root (as my good friend Sally the Pilates instructor would say, even though I never new roots could be cute but whatever, she's a real southerner while I just pretend to be one),
but a six headed alien nonetheless.