I see nothing staring into the gaping maw of this relationship. No teeth. No dangling tonsil. No lolling tongue. Just empty space ... and a foul smell. Putrid like the teeth left holes ripped out root and all and festered. Hot and wet and fogging up my glasses bringing tears to my eyes. I wrinkle my face in confusion, frustration. I am not going to just sit back.. but that is what you are expecting... and maybe what you want. So, I will sit agape at the mouth we've rendered toothless; a union unable to speak or eat or grow. Just watch and wait even in agony or anger. I've got time enough to decide if we can heal this or put it down... like a lame horse a dog with a twisted stomach a bad habit. I'm more patient, more able, more changed. I'm more than you realize.