And Dad popped his head in and asked if we were ready to go swimming yet.
And that sums up Life With My Parents. "That visceral emotional thing? Did not just happen. Let's go swimming and pretend we're not seething on the inside!"
So. I don't know. I'm exhausted from crying. I'm leaning toward leaving Elayna here because camp starts *tomorrow* and she's been looking forward to it all year and... I don't know.
And I will discuss future options with Elayna.
This... has not *changed* anything. Nothing will ever change anything. I got them to be real for about an hour. And now they're busily repaving the whole Incident in their heads, and by tomorrow, nothing will have happened this morning. Always has been that way. Always will be.
I am a fucking alien here, I swear.