I am gaining clarity about the last 27 years. each day brings more. Also? I am fairly certain what happened to me at work is called a tort.
I intend to find out.
The chair to the left is the kind of chair I grew up with. My grandmother’s style — she was soft and very feminine. She never worked a day in her life and my grandfather didn’t either. She was a flapper in the 20’s during the jazz age.
I’m more like her than anyone.
The marriage has prevented me from being like my grandmother because I love people and parties. I am very social, left to my own.
This has been like enforced isolation — and then the utter cruelty of the year 2000.
Well?
I have every intention of telling what happened to me to my oldest friends.
Anyway, am regaining myself — bit by bit.
I am crying a lot because I have been the stupidest woman on earth — I really think so.
We shall see.
I plan to be myself again.