The life and times of a once glamorous NYC fashion industry insider, to a mother of three girls, living paycheck to paycheck , facing foreclosure, and trying to find humor, and sanity in it all, while looking (trying!) deliciously chic in her Payless shoes.
Can't keep on top of the clutter. I realized yesterday that I have to start buying the giant jar of peanut butter. We go through the small one in four days. Soap bars disappear quickly, and I must change the roll of toilet paper once a day.
What do I say?
I am a fraud?
I am not what I expect others to be to me? I am a bad friend.
This I know.
I want so much to be accepted. But I accept no one. Briefly. And it is always fun. But I cut it off. I am unsure why I do this. I miss these relationships. Even mourn for them. But I let them go. Each and every one. Then I am sad when they move on. No Christmas card. No calls. I deserve it. I disappoint. And yet, I think I am a great friend. All evidence to the contrary.