Ive been able to chat with H for a little while about every other day, through text messaging. Mostly he talks about how depressed he is, and how he knows its all his fault. I have been so proud of myself for not saying your god dang right it is! I took the dog to the beach yesterday and sent a great pic of him , and another of my other dog. H thanked me for them, I said glad you liked them, Your welcome!

I'm glad that we are communicating again, and I am sorry that hes so sad, I wish that he realized that it didn't need to be like this.

I guess I gave the wrong finger to the wrong man...