Sometimes glue is a great thing.
It bonds things together. It makes things tight and snug.
Other times, it's sticky.
And messy and annoying and makes your fingers tacky and gray.
Sometimes in a tough situation glue can make things better and sometimes it makes the whole thing a disaster.
I hate being the glue sometimes.
I am the glue in my family (not my immediate family... wait, I am but that's a whole 'nother blog post. This blog post is about my family family).
My family is divided and it sucks.
Two sides are pitted against one another and while one side is waving the white flag, the other is ignoring the gesture.
And I'm in the middle.
I'm the glue in the middle of the ring screaming at the top of my lungs.
I'm the glue that wants to wrap this entire family is its stickiness and have a big group hug.
I'm the glue that is doubled over in guilt and anxiety because my family is not whole.
I'm the glue that is crying tears.
What in the world can fix a broken family if the glue is all soggy?
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