‘m done… I’m through breathing smoke and seeking answers in the resulting haze. I hope you’re holding out.. I know staying in that house must be hard… I don’t know where to go from here. I check my e-mail and wait for a text, every day. I know it will likely never come, but I hope.
I didn’t get a single call on Christmas. Few good friends texted their holiday blessings, thank you to those people.
I miss feeling genuinely cared about on a daily basis. That isn’t to say friends and family don’t care, it just can’t be expected that they can make it evident daily, she managed to do that. That’s what I miss, that’s the wound that needs to heal.