Treasur that's a big part of why I was so weepy yesterday. I'm ready to let go, I feel the finality of it, but it hurts like hell that a person I thought was my best friend for more than 20 years no longer cares if I live or die, doesn't worry about me, doesn't mind casting me about in the world alone. I don't know how that hurt, which I hope is one of the last, goes away.
