The funny thing is, we get on. We are cordial in the atmosphere. For the job, we get it done. We adult, for the most part. But, they are they and I am me. And the difference becomes Earth shattering during times of turmoil. I have had to find solace in the bathroom, breathing just to breathe, knowing that they think some things are justified. Innocent blood seems like a token, some sort of reward. It does not stir any pots for them. There is no stewing. I bubble and boil over, spillage on the stove.
It goes unseen. So what happens? I have learned to do the work and ignore the chit chatter. I have bills to pay. And until, I get out, it’s where I am. And believe you me, I’m not writing just to write. I am writing as my way out.
I did try to go back to sleep, but I’m sure you have noticed, I am having a bit of trouble sleeping through the night now. I do not know how long this will last. I do know that you are and have always been sincere. I love you for that. I’m sorry I missed the photo. I’d post my email up, but… you know. I’m kind of weird about that. If you had private notes activated, I’d shoot it your way, but, you don’t. That’s probably wise. Folks would be all over you there. 💙