Saturday, 12:45 pm.
You texted me today that you quit your job this morning. I requested that you call me to talk and you replied you would, but you haven’t. I’ve been sitting at home waiting on you, trying to get you to respond. I understand you are upset and probable have a lot going on in your mind, but I don’t understand you cutting me out. I am worried about you. I am somewhat worried you will harm yourself. I don’t know what I should do, so I sit here and wait and worry.
I wish I could be your comforter and confidant. I love you and want you well and happy. If I can contribute to your happiness, I will, even if it is just taking away some misery.