I'm still feeling very depressed. All I seem to do is sleep and cry. I feel lost and hopeless. In this economy, how am I going to find a new job?
I haven't even wanted to see Bill although I will take his phone calls. I won't take anyone else's calls, though. I don't want to be seen or heard. But, for whatever reason, I had the overwhelming urge to call Mama.
"Mama, I have horrible news," I said to her when she asked how I was doing.
"What did you loose your job" she said, joking.
"Yes, Mama." I started to cry. "And my surgery scar still looks like Frankenstein and ... "
"Fran, what surgery? What are you talking about?"
I apologized for not calling or emailing like I should have. I told her the whole story and I felt worse than I had before.
"Well, if all else fails, Fran, you know you're welcome to come home."
Come home? The last thing I wanted to do was come home. I'll probably have nightmares about that one for weeks.
"Thank you, Mama. I'm just sad, sad, sad today."
"I know, baby, everything is going to be okay."
But is it?