Layla hates to say "goodbye."
Every time houseguests leave, she provides the family (and much of the neighborhood) with an ear-shattering tantrum within 24 hours.
Meredith and Harry left our house Wednesday and yesterday, she delivered.
It isn't the first or last time I have felt defeated by being right. We all saw it coming but that doesn't make it any easier.
I am working very hard resisting the urge to see a larger theme and pattern in this train of thought.
Hoping I will be wrong feels like a dangerous path to follow. I'm trying to respond to what is happening. Telling myself the truth is better than wasting time fighting shadows I make all by myself.
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