Angry. Sad. Flabbergasted. In shock. Betrayed, on so many levels. By a "close friend." Add to that a flaming Lupus flare up and a freshly diagnosed case of Strep Throat and life is just peachy. I'll write more tomorrow while I'm recopuing in bed- my fall asleep pill is finally working, because I can't bear to think anymore. Good night and I'll be needing advice tomorrow. Good Grief, Charlie Brown. Our little church is under attack. My family is under attack. Good things must be going on.
Love to you and I'll write tomorrow- If I'm not in jail for murdering someone who thinks they are my "best friend". I wonder if we could use our helpline fund at the church for bail? Until then... g'night.
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