I’ve decided that there is probably nothing more humiliating, on any level, than believing the TV characters who are vacating your life are actually real people vacating your life. Yet, that was just the thing that happened to me last night while watching the series close out. I was anticipating my own empty nest horror, life without being a mom every day of my life and the panic, oh the panic and then I was watching and crying and crying and watching. I ask you again, is there anything more humiliating? Well, of course there is. I bathe in humiliation every day. Literally. Almost. Not only do I always say exactly the wrong thing in meetings or gatherings but I can be counted on to always look my worst when I’m supposed to be looking my best. What was it about avoiding life that was supposed to be bad anyway?