Oh, my! See what happens when you get a blog full of the addicts, the codependents, the odd and the isolated? Everyone ends up tangled in huge, hilarious mock fisticuffs in the comments over my blogging love and affection. You all have me smiling and laughing every time I check my comments these days.

To give a brief history, The Junky's Wife, claimed me in my very earliest blogging days as her blogging BFF (since upgraded to "cyber soulmate"). She expressed jealousy over my recent interview by Jen of Stay-At-Home Motherdom. (An interview during which A Bishop's Wife also rightly pointed out in her comment that, in all seriousness, in spite of my insecure and self-deprecating statements, there were many people reading and genuinely enjoying my blog.)

But all hell truly broke loose when Scout started reading and commented that she had "fallen in love with" me and my blog and then, on a later post, professed to be "really in love with" me. This lead the ever jealous Junky's Wife to tell Scout to "watch out" and stop sweet-talking her "blog girlfriend." Then, when Scout's recently said something touching enough to make me cry, I said that I was officially in love with her too, leading Junky's Wife to threaten to slash Scout's tires and Jen (aka Recovering Wino) to ask what she had to do to make me fall in love with her too. Sigh! Junky's Wife, you had me at hello... And Jen, need I even say, I am already in love with you too.

In fact, I'm in love with each and every one of you, including both the lurkers and the commenters who haven't been participating in the war of words. I had no idea that blogging was going to build so many relationships; I thought I just found a cheap and easy way to write for an audience. Who knew parts of the audience would write back? So, you're all special, and you're all the unexpected joy of my blogging life. There is enough of my love to go around. After all, I need affection so desperately, I married a sex addict. I'm a huge codependent ball of never-ending love.

It reminds me of having kids. I thought my heart was going to burst from love when I had my son. I couldn't imagine room in my heart for more love. Then my daughter came, and somehow I found twice as much love in my heart. And somehow the two of them only increased my love for my husband, which I mistakenly believed was at its fullest before they were born. So, it happens. Love is limitless, yet the heart is capable of expanding to accommodate it all.

I know, I know, but like kids, you all want to be, not just loved, but the favorite, right (ahem, Junky's Wife)? It's like this time a friend of mine was out at a fast food place and two kids were hanging on their mom as she tried to fill the soda cups, begging to know which of them was her favorite child. "I love you both," replied the mom. But each continued to insist that she was the favorite child. Finally, my friend, who is nothing if not a smart-ass, filled her own drink cup and said to the mom, "Oh, go on! Just pick one!" The mother replied, completely indignant, "I would never pick one of my children over the other!" Of course, her inability to get sarcasm only makes the story funnier. I laugh myself to tears, at that poor mother's expense, every time I hear it, and that line, "just pick one," has become a running joke in our house.

So, ok, I'm going to settle this right here and now! I'm going to pick one. And you're right: you know who it is, it's YOU! (And Junky's Wife, no tire slashing, you does still mean you too, after all.)