If You Cry, You Die

Mommy,

I got to school extra early this morning so I'd have time to call and leave Craig a message about what happened before going to shrinkage after school.

The only thing that would be more embarrassing than crying in front of Craig, would probably be crying in front of like, a whole psychologist's convention or something. When I got there today, I couldn't talk at first, and we sat there all quiet for like ten minutes. There was just no good place to start. (This is when my power cord completely fried and my computer died. It seems like Blogger decided I wanted to post this even though I hadn't finished writing.)

Craig said it was obvious I was very upset about this. Duh. Then he asked why I thought I was more upset about it than if some random kid at school calls me a bitch or a guy on the street makes a comment. What's the difference? I told him because she's supposed to be on my side, and that was when I started crying. Then I cried because I was crying.

Eventually I calmed down, and Craig said Aunt Elaine *is* supposed to be on my side, and it would help if she and I talked on a regular basis, and if she met Josh, met his parents, all that shit. Which we all know she'll never do because she won't go anywhere and won't let anyone over. My aunt, the hermit.

He asked why I don't talk with her. Because I have better things to do. It's mean, but really - why would I want to spend time with somebody who makes it so clear she can't stand me? So Craig said this is not a good situation on many levels and he needs to think about it. I asked if he's firing me from being shrunk, but he said no, there are just a lot of directions to go in and he wants to talk to some people about how to best help.

I think Craig is going to fire me. I feel it coming.

I wish I was with you. Love,
Sam

This did not come out at all the way I meant for it to.