She never talks on here :/ I thought she spoke to you more, I guess I was wrong - you always seem to know more about what's going on with her. Reading all that... I think you've eclipsed me as the mama, and for more than just Malachi. Still Opi, though :) Lordy pete, you're still Opi.
I guess I've just been thinking a lot about friendship these days and I don't feel like I've been the best friend. I worry about you, Whit. I wonder if you're quiet for the same reasons, the same emotional reasons, that I was quiet for so long. And that scares me. It makes me want to drop what little life I have here and go to Tennessee to be with you. These days I'm not even sure if you'd have me. No fault of yours, I just know how much dark moments and dark places in our lives can weigh on a friendship.
You two are special, and I'm not sure you realize how special. The two of you, and Wenxiao, you're the only friends I still have, from before I got sick. You're really the only close friends I have, period.
I started thinking about this, about friendship, in all it's many forms, last Friday, when I saw Dale. And Dale didn't see me. He looked right at me, he spoke to me, and he didn't know me. Dale. I've spent so much time wishing the people I went to school with would leave me alone, forget about me, but I never really wanted them to forget me. Just not expect things from me. Not look down on me for not being as good as them. I wanted that freedom of being in a new place and starting over, but I couldn't go, so I hoped they would forget.
I never knew how much it would hurt.
It's high school all over again. It's being abandoned and forgotten and thrown away because you're not worth the trouble. You're not worth anything.
If I'm a good friend, why did they all give up on me? Why don't I have any friends now? Why does no one care?