Dear Info,

I’m doing the thing where I pull over into a strip mall parking lot and alternately cry and stare into space.

I can’t cope. Last time I was “sick,” it involved two surgeries, one interrupted by the ventilator breaking, my idiot husband not being there, us breaking up, and senior cat dying.

And now it’s all a big question mark till I get test results and my family and friends aren’t offering support, even when I directly ask for it. I know, I know, you tried to turn it into a compliment about how strong they think I am. **** that. You’re only as strong as the people you can lean on.

And no offense, but back then No. 1 and No. 2 gave better support. Meaning, they didn’t suggest I watch Hallmark movies.

But at least you listened and loaned me something to help.

ATAT

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