I have a lot on my mind tonight…really missing being able to talk things through with Jason. He was the practical one…the one that could see “big picture”…who shouldered a lot of responsibility while I was constantly trying to figure myself out.
I’m sure he was frustrated with me sometimes, but he never let it show. He just always encouraged me to do my best and put so much faith in me.
Now I’m shouldering all the responsibility…no back up if I eff up. I hate it. I don’t think I was made for this level of adulting.
Babe…if you could just give me some signs to tell me what to do…preferably neon and blinking…that would be cool.
Love, Tennis, and Cancer 