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Jul 2019
I realize now no one cares what I care about.
The closest people to me become infuriated if I don't give them what they want.

The ones I love have moved on without me, except for peripheral vision. They have their own lives.

Joanne and Christel, my sisters, no longer long for me....yet the younger tries.

My children love long distance; they're in the deep end of their lives.

Thank you God that you love me.  Or I would **** myself.

I am useful as a product. Not as a person.

I am my best friend.
My life is complicated today. My home is being renovated for plumbing repairs... the insurance company will pay for the hotel after I pay for them first...I'm opening a Cafe in two days with a business partner 9 years younger than me (emphasis on younger)... and my 5 year relationship with my significant other is unraveling.

My clarity is still.  My mind is calm.  My spirit is free.  I am me.
Written by
Gina  55/F/Florida
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