What kind of dopes spend a fortune on therapy?
I’m taking another 1/2 a pill a day and I feel great.
Yesterday’s blog upset a lot of people because I said I was sad. I think it was really because I used the word “unloveable”.
My family and Lew Soloff called me to tell me that isn’t true.
It makes it a bit difficult for me.
This blog has been the best thing that’s happened to me since I can’t remember when. I aways tell the truth in it. At least the truth as I see it.
If I hold back because I don’t want to make the people I love feel bad it loses it’s power.
It doesn’t lose it’s power to annoy Liz’s David though.
I was sitting in Liz’s house yesterday when David called from Mexico. Liz kept saying “no, I’m not telling her”
“Give me the phone”
In his usual annoyed voice he said “Asking why there is only one quarterback on the field at a time is such a fundamental question that someone who asks it hasn’t got even a basic knowledge of the game. Its like saying “Did you know the black and white keys on a piano have letters too?”
“They do?”
“Put Liz back on”
67 and dumped 
(ROFL) Put Liz back on! Awesome 🙂
I agree, write what you feel, it’s your cathartic experience and you need to let it all out. But others do indeed care for you!
🙂
Mattie, I love reading your blog. I love reading about your highs (mostly), and your lows – because then I wish for you that the pain will go away.
I’d say you’re handling this situation remarkably well. I don’t think I would.
Thanks for sharing these tidbits of your life.
Thanks Aislinn,
I can’t be objective. I hope you’re right, that I’m handling it well because I keep thinking I should have moved on already.
Mattie, it took me three years to get over a schmuck who had one woman in Chicago, and another in Tampa. I’d say you’re right where you should be. There is no timetable for grief. Two steps forward. One step back. That’s all you can do.
Mattie, my blog is wonderfully therapeutic and I agree that you should pour your heart out if that makes you feel better, even though you might upset the people who care about you. I lost my mother in July and now I am free to write whatever I want, which is liberating (my dad does not read my blog and does not speak English, so I am not concerned:)
BTW, I have no clue how many quarterbacks are there on the field at one time! In basketball I think it’s two (just because my first boyfriend was a basketball player:)