We went out for a nice dinner last night for Eric's birthday with Janis, Tom, and Corinne. It was fun -- lots o' laughing, as one would imagine.
I tell myself every day that Eric's going to be okay. I have to believe it. I have to have faith in Eric... that he'll persevere and some day prosper... that he'll take care of himself, that the world will take care of him, that time will make it better.
Leaving Eric is the part that makes me feel ragged and awful.
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