I hate the elephant in the room…..the big, old, stupid, gray elephant…the one with the big dark storm cloud hanging over his head.
The easiest way for me to talk is in technical terms.
I know when my friends text me, they don’t want a report on his blood sugars and insulin doses, and the breakdown of his carbs at lunch.
I know when they say, “How are things?” they mean with me, with him, with our emotions.
But the big, old, stupid gray elephant looks at me with sad eyes and just shakes his head.