this morning #2118.

this morning, i get that she’s trying to paint me the best picture possible. describe her complicated situation to a sympathetic ear. usually that’d be me. i don’t know though. i want to care but can’t today. maybe it’s my lack of sleep. maybe it’s the breakneck speed at which she’s dispensing the basic details. impossible to follow. too many players. i’ve already lost track of who’s in her corner & who she’s mad at. why she’s upset is also a bit foggy. if i ask her to go back & clarify some things though, it’ll prolong the process. instead, i let her talk. let her work out her emotions, hopefully in a way that’ll help her sort herself out. that’s the way it has to be. i can’t be expected to dispense the key piece of advice that’ll correct her mess.