Nope, I’m not going. Not anywhere. Not home. This is my home (!). Yeah I’ll carry my own cross…’been carrying it for a long time now. I guess when you get used to it, doesn’t feel a thing anymore. I cry for help from time to time though, to those that I thought would ease the load even for awhile. Those that feel I’ve burdened them in the process…thanks for allowing that very fact blow-up in my face…you’ve got no responsibility, nothing at all. I am really so sorry if I’ve bothered you in any way. The responsibility’s all mine. I’m done redirecting part of that load to the other whom you said is partly responsible. Right, but I’ve had enough rejection; I’ve had enough heartache that I can take. The responsibility’s only mine now. I have a long list of good returns, in my heart, in my head and in my notes. I will be forever grateful, truly. You see, I don’t forget. Not even most of the bad deeds, especially not the good deeds.

Thanks for the reminder though. I’ll get back to you once I’m out of this deep sh*t. I’ve moved on and am now trying out additional new ventures (of course I’ve thought about that!). Don’t you ever worry. Just be happy and feel blessed that you are not in my shoes, you would have gone crazy I’m sure. Now that would have been a more unfortunate scenario. I’m not anywhere near lunacy, I’m just br*ke.