Scary night

 Late last night, an old and close friend of mine sent me a text message.  We had talked earlier in the evening on the phone.  The text said she thought she was going to slice her wrists.  

Well, she did.  

I begged her to call 911, but she herself did not do it.  Her grandmother found her and called.  I didn’t know that, at first, though, so I was panicking, trying to figure out how I could possibly help a friend who might be dying 300 miles away!

———her mother is on the phone now, so I’ll continue this later——–

It’s later, and boy is my mind fucked up now!  I just spent the better part of an hour listening to a mother bad-mouth her daughter.  She didn’t even seem concerned that her own child had CUT HER WRISTS last night!  She went on and on about every bad behavior she could think of my friend having EVER exhibited.  

I need to call my mother and thank her for being a good mother.  We have issues, but I KNOW if this were me instead of my friend, my mother would be concerned, upset, and letting me know that she loves me.