To HELL with depression!

Of late, Piers has been out a great deal.  That’s not so bad when he’s in a good mood.  It’s the nights that are bad.

For some reason, which I have yet to ascertain, nighttime brings depression its way for Piers, lately.  This happened last year, too.  There was a point, while we were in the Waco house, when each night, Piers would come out and STAY OUT, depressed.  I don’t remember what caused it.  Perhaps I should be smart and look at my archives, because I know we wrote about it.

Tiffany is not happy.  It makes it harder to be happy ourselves when she is not happy.  Elisabeth hasn’t called us in a few weeks.  I think she forgets that we exist.  Perhaps she thinks we forgot SHE exists.  We haven’t called her, either.  It hurts to call  her.  She argues with her mother almost every time they talk, and I don’t want to hear what strikes me as false sincerety in her voice.  She says she loves her Mommy and Daddy…..I believe her, but there’s always a nagging thought at the back of our head that says she’s only telling us what we want to hear.

On the plus side….Tiffany gets overnight visits again soon.  I think she said starting this week, though I can’t remember what day anymore.  I’m getting a little too old for my own good.  38 is not that old, but damn the memory loss that has already set in.

I’m content right now.  There are some depressed people in here, even as I type, but I’ll do my best to keep hold of the reigns.

Much love,

Betty Louise