Meet my diagnosis

Meet my diagnosisThere was a time when I didn’t know what to do with Bob even though he followed me everywhere.  After many years of hard work  I’ve come to respect him and have (pretty much) accepted that we’re both in it for the long haul.

My siblings can’t stand Bob and pretend that he doesn’t exist.  These days we’ll go a long way out of our way to avoid them.

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