"No. How are YOU doing?"
It was a very odd question that she asked me. I hadn't heard it said this particular way in quite some time. You see, I have been the "wife of an addict", "the girl with the ill mother" and other signifiers that I would not have dreamed would belong to me. What she asked me made me stop in my tracks. I probably stuttered and stared off for a suspicious amount of time before answering. I'm actually not sure I gave a real answer, because I don't know the real answer. My friend, as we sat at the restaurant, she simply asked, "No. How are YOU doing?" It caught me by surprise. Me? No one cares about how I am doing, they want to know how HE is doing, how my mom is doing, if I have heard from my problematic brother, you know, the usual. They want to know what's happening around me, basically, but not TO me. Not inside of me. I looked away for a minute trying to conjure up some sort of sentence that sounded kind of upbeat or hopeful, I want