A dilemma is a problem offering two solutions or possibilities, of which neither is acceptable. The two options are often described as the horns of a dilemma, neither of which is comfortable.

Let me assure you…I was anything but comfortable on Thanksgiving Day. In fact, it was probably the least enjoyable Thanksgiving I can remember in all of my 38 years on this earth. Oh the food was delicious, most of the company was delightful, and it was a pleasure to see out of town relatives after a year-long hiatus. But the dark cloud of what I knew must have been hanging over my head all day, because my friend asked me what was up – she said I wasn’t my usual cheery self. I had made up my mind that I wasn’t going to interfere…I would be what the Bible calls a ‘talebearer’…a gossiper, and it wasn’t my place to get involved. After all, she knew what she was up against, didn’t she? She’d been this way once with my relative, so I didn’t have any responsibility here.

(Cue dark theatrical music and fade everything but my friend’s face to black, while zooming in on her trusting eyes at hyper-speed). Strangely, I felt an immediate pressure of the sharp and pointy kind upon my backside. It was as if someone had taken a two-edged sword and thrust it right between my shoulder blades – my heart was pierced and I had to tell her the truth, no matter what the repercussions for me were to be. So outside we went and I spilled my guts…or what was left of them. She cried, I cried and then she and relative left to “talk things over”.

Looking back, I wish I wouldn’t have said anything…in the heat of the moment, I felt as though I was doing something “noble” by telling her. To that, I now say “phhht”. Although I took absolutely NO pleasure WHATsoever in telling her, I now realize it didn’t do any good. She is still with said relative and relative has told me that he wishes he could “beat the living sh** out of me for blabbing his business” to her. (I told you he was a sleazoid…I probably never would have referred to him in that manner, except for the fact that he made that last statement.)

So…live and learn people. Keep your mouth shut. Take it from someone who’s been there. Everyone (including me) says “I would want to know the truth if it were me,” but in the end, it’s like Jack Nicholson said, “You can’t HANDLE the truth.”

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Okay, so I probably messed things up. But what would you have done?

Here’s the setup:

Your friend is seeing someone you are related to and it appears to be serious on the part of your friend. Your relative is a sleazoid who is seeing other women (and you know this for a fact because it has been verified by said relative) and has no intention of ever doing right by your friend and is just using her to get what he wants. She is only somewhat oblivious because she has been through this once with said relative and has said if it ever happened again, that’s it.

Do you tell her or keep your mouth shut?

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Is this a result of plastic surgery or is she the walking dead? (Not trying to be offensive, but she doesn’t look “right”)

And I PROMISE to put up a real post here today, just catching up on school, crafts, housework, and life in general. It wouldn’t be fair to use the holidays as my excuse, because honestly? Everyone has the same 24 hours in a day to get their stuff done and blog. Seems I just take longer to get it done, leaving less time for blogging. Since we are handmaking all of our Christmas presents this year, I feel so BEHIND, because I’ve got piles and piles of craft stuff and fabric on my dining room table.

Heaven help me if someone shows up at my door…they might not be allowed in my house at the moment. Does the word “cluttered” mean anything to you?

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