#25 May 25, 2021

Dear Mike,

Between you and me, I needed you.  I was drowning.

But now I'm not.

It's in the past.

Houston.  We have separation.

I'm sorry that I reached out to you so much.  I'm sorry that I needed you so desperately.  I'm sorry that I was helpless.  

I called my mom on Mother's Day.

I got in three sentences.  

She said she'd call me back and she didn't.

I don't trust her anymore.

That's that.

The weather is overcast.  The heat is not utterly miserable so I won't be feeling sorry for you yet.  But actually I don't know why I should because obviously you are a glutton for punishment otherwise you would have chosen a different profession.

So as my life is moving on I have Chris in Florida.  He's been off the radar.  I think he went on a weekend binge with his brother.  I guess it's all good.

He has MS.  So life has to really suck.  

My cat still loves me.  Because I'm lovable.

I told Shawn, my bus driver, as we passed by some roses that they were beautiful.  They remind me of me.

I forgot what his come back was but I don't think they were flattering.  

People should make a point to agree with me more often.  And that is what is wrong with this world.

Betty