I woke up this morning with a dead-arm. Apparently I had fallen asleep with my right arm under my pillow, in just the perfect angle to cut off the blood flow causing it to become totally numb. So when I rolled over to hit snooze on my alarm clock, I felt my shoulder move, but then my totally lifeless appendage swung up and smacked me in the face. The ultimate betrayal.

I feel the same way about it. On one hand, part of my actions is a form of that oh-so-cowardly behavior of self-preservation. On the other hand, relationships are sort of a two way street, or double edged sword or whatever the cliché is.

My first reaction is to give up.

That's not now things will end.