A RT friend called me to fuss that I needed to not be so obscure in my blog entries. After some discussion, where this good friend told me I needed to talk to my friends about my concerns instead of the ether, it occurred to me that the preceding (now hidden for a while) entry could be taken very, very wrong.
If you're reading this, then I was not talking about you. I have very good, close friends IRT as well as online and I am no way dissatisfied with those loyal and true friends. In fact, I wrote recently on a message board about my real-time friends that they are all nurturing and positive, for both my children and me.
The previous blog entry covered everything in my life from my marriage, my relationship to God and former friends, to my frustration at not being able to hold Carmen, to my automotive troubles and my new side effects to my happy pills. I am sitting here curious about the current state of our affairs, and that's where I am. Curious, contemplative.
I am no longer depressed (I think). I am not writing from a seat of anger. (Just for general reference, I usually don't do that either.)
So thank you. Thank you to the friend concerned enough to call me, and to those ladies who commented here. But I am ok, really I am. I am just musing right now, and nothing much more than that.
After all, I have a van again.