Rough afternoon. Rough night. D the gift that keeps on giving. Oh and there’s a pandemic ugh
H has a friend he’s had for 30 years. We’ve sadly watched as tragedy struck him again and again. He’s addicted to prescription pills, has lots of accidents, drinks gallons of soda a day, etc. He wants to die. I get it. He’s gone downhill a lot in the past few years. He’s severely bloated, lost all his hair, sickly looking.
H came to mow the lawn today and D17 spied on him. Said H looked awful. Aged 5 years at least. For reference D17 and I last saw H in July and he looked great. D17 says he looks like his friend now, sickly, is totally gray headed (no gray in July). Said he was wearing these awful jeans and I said well he is doing yard work she said no not like before she thinks he’s wearing his friends hand me downs.
H is fine he’s just under a lot of financial stress and has damaged his relationship with the kids. He saw this going differently in his head....I know because he told me and the kids.
