But this post isn't about me. It's about you. I actually think about you a lot.
I'm thinking about the two divorces. You didn't come right out and say, but I noticed the changes, and the absence left behind by former spouses. You stopped talking about them.
I noticed two long term relationships ended. And when someone healed your hearts and made you happy again, those relationships failed and left you hurt and angry once more. More photos to delete.
I saw the financial struggle, and the difficult fix.
I see the grief for lost parents. Is it three or four fathers this year? A wonderful mother has gone as well.
I see the tired moms, and the PISSED OFF voters, the frustrated feminists.
Two of you are sick and yes, I've noticed your silence. You have me worried.
Someone is planning a wedding, but I don't know why you're upset. I'm still waiting for that PM.
I want to reach out and ask you all, but I tell myself that if it was my business, you would tell me.
Don't think I don't care, I do. But I don't know where to start. There's so many of you. You know how to find me, right? I'm always on Facebook, six days a week. I'm a click away, and you can have my number if you don't already.
If you see yourself here, please reach out. I'm thinking of you
