god'swife28 Mar 2003

No, quite frankly, I don't know what I'm talking about. I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I walked into the kitchen this afternoon after work and asked my son why there were dirty pots on the stove and dry noodles all over the floor. He told me I made some soup for him last night around 10pm because he was hungry. I don't remember any of it. The same thing happened last weekend. I called my best-friend at 3am ranting and crying. He finally talked me into going to bed. He came over the next morning because he was so concerned, I couldn't remember a damned thing. Estoy loca con dolor. Se me parte el corazon. I am drunk with anguish, and though it is no excuse for behaving badly, there it is. Please forgive me, I'm very sorry for lashing out at you and making a fool of myself. I do remember writing those comments, but they make no sense to me now.