Or at least, that's how it seemed.
This morning, my cousin Sherry called. That's the bipolar one whose life is... well... a mess. Her latest drama is that she took a spill and broke her collarbone quite badly. Her husband died unexpectedly a few years ago, and she's still traumatized by this. It put her into quite a tailspin, and though she's made considerable progress, I can count on at least one phone call from her every month. Today was the day.
Then this afternoon I got a call from my "niece," Kelli. (I put that in quotes because she's really Lorelei's niece, but we still refer to each other as that.) After half an hour of general b.s., the topic turned to depression. She's going through a bad bout of it, right now. As it happened, I couldn't talk long, because I was meeting my friend Cybergal for coffee at Weatherstone. So we continued our talk later this evening.
Coffee with Cybergal was unexpected, and I rather suspected that when she suggested it, that she needed to talk. And she did. Her current relationship isn't living up to what it should be, and she's beginning to feel as though her guy is taking advantage of her. I think he is, too. This was a long conversation. Hours later, she called me, following up on part of our talk. She was pretty anxious. She doesn't deal well with confrontations and she knew she was going to have one with him. It was a short call, as he returned home while we were talking. Not sure what happened after that.
In addition, I learned today that former co-worker Q's mom has cancer. No further details on that.
And also that a friend's store, instead of moving to a new location next month, may be closing, instead. No details on why, either.
Yeah. Interesting day.
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