"W doesn't have a CLUE what's going on. Floundering like I was weeks ago until I found you lot. W fighting with the world. Everyone against her (not just me or the sitch she found herself in). Not answering phone when she doesn't recognize the number. Public verbals with "friend". More verbals with greatest friend because she felt left out. Out of a job again. Sitting on A$$ doing nothing as events that she started play themselves out. The list goes on and is getting longer as time passes."Mac
Mac, IMO it's "normal" (whatevertheh$ll that is). I think there seems to come a time when the new, perfect life collides headlong with reality.
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
