Dear Boat,
Two years ago today, you left me... Two years ago, I had a life, a job, a home... now I have nothing. I'm not angry anymore, and when I think about you, I smile more often than I cry. Life has continued without you in it, although the thought of that is still sometimes painful to me.
YM is doing better, thank you for your intervention with God. I emailed my mother on Mother's day, even though everyone forgot me. She responded, it was... kind of nice? I still miss the family, and probably always will, but I don't miss them attempting to run and ruin my life.
I hope that you are ok, wherever you are, and I will probably stop writing as often... I have to move on with my life. P is going to help me find a new place to live, and I am going to attempt to hire someone who will pack me up and move me.
I will always love and miss you.
Barn
