If that’s the best you can do...

I walked into a coffee shop this morning and the first person I saw, by herself and reading a hardcover novel (I can’t see the spine so I don’t know which one) is pictured here.  Omg. I miss my mother in law. I could only take her in 24 hour doses but her energy and her never ending smile. She was my family for a long time and I miss her.  I didn’t have a single chance to say goodbye before you embargoed your entire family. 

Not as important to me as to my ex who lost her mom...but still a very long relationship that deserves to be honored in its own small way.

Love to you Pam. You were a class act.  

Meanwhile, back among the living, and to your missing family, not one of whom reached out to me after a lifetime of friendship--(your campaign of hate)--:   

Save your breath so you can feel it inside your empty soul. 

Share your passion with yourself.

I dreamt I was late for a marathon last night.  I tried to take a shortcut through some sort of training room.  You were laying on a massage table, clearly insane.  You grabbed for me and you were yelling “I only fuck blue shit.  Shit that’s been in the newspaper.”

Just in case you were sending me a love bomb, I apparently received it.

I’ve never been in the newspapers so our catastrophic sex life makes sense from this perspective.

Thank YOU!