June 27 7:51PM EST
Dear Diary,
I thought it would be a nice touch to add the date and time, even if this sight does add the date, if I was writing in a paper journal, I would be adding the date, time and year. Also, the place.
First, I'm so, so sorry, diary for being away for so long, but you and my friends Tina and R are never far from my thoughts. Ever. Truly. Also, welcome to any new comers that may stumble across these words. I hope diary, that they too will contribute, as where else to write our inner most feelings?
I've been thinking about Tina in particularly, as her state is seemingly burning to the ground with no relief in sight. My FB friend Danny, ( a rocket scientist, literally) from HS, lives in Colorado and both of his homes were spared, although he had many, many friends who lost their homes. So, I've been worried about our Tina, Diary.
Ok, So much to say diary, and I hope I don't bore you, even though you are just black and white words typed into a box on a screen in a box...
Here goes--B. has been through detox and turned herself into the authorities. She had her day in court and was sentenced to 90 days. Her father has promised to admit her to rehab (we'll see-I HOPE SO) upon her release. A huge relief for me and one of the reasons I haven't been talking to you diary. I was just consumed with fear. I didn't know if she was dead or alive.
Yes, R. is correct Diary. I am the proud grandmother of a beautiful baby boy called James. J's labor was easy, breast feeding has been natural for her and he is an easy baby. He is already sleeping through the night and he is just one month old. I will be meeting him next month when she comes down for a week or two. There has been some drama in the marriage and J's husband has been cheating and staying out all night. Drama is not the right word. Let's say, drama between me and him.
Diary, I've learned how to stand up for myself!! By standing up for my daughter, I found I can certainly hold my own and stand up for myself. Wow!!! I've become a force to be reckoned with. Long story for another day, diary, but you and I know it's about time.
We have moved to a much nicer place with two master suites and we are all settled in. Diary, I am swimming 50 laps a day before work, toning and sculpting my biceps and triceps and working full time.
Diary, I've never, ever, ever been happier. So, again, I'm bankrupt, foreclosed on my condo, and I've never been happier. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT DIARY!! Wow.
Ok. I received an end of season bonus of $1000.00, am responsible for all merchandizing at the store, receiving inventory, pricing inventory (I'm getting very savvy with pricing, and know where the bigger markups should be, etc) opening the store, closing the store and selling.

Huge. Also diary, we are going to market in August, the three of us, to choose the entire inventory for next season in apparel and shoes. Also, Wendy is considering branching out and opening another shop in a nearby town. Cool.
Diary, I email Marilyn regularly and guess what??? She is coming to visit with her sister in February. She already has her reservations and her hotel is just across the street from our shop. I can't wait!!
Diary, I'm worried about our R. I really am. I've learned that it's true that exercise is great for the mind as well as the body and it's the best advise I can offer. Tina tried to tell me this for years, but do you know, Diary?? When you are seriously depressed it is almost impossible to exercise. The key for me all along was to take baby steps out of my depression. One step led to another and another and another and with each step I discovered what I was capable of, gained confidence and low and behold, I'm happy. But, I had to start by taking baby steps.
I owe so much to Dr. K. Yes, our time was short in therapy due to an overly insecure husband, but without him (and my friends here, and Marilyn) I never would have even tried.
I have much more to accomplish, diary, but I've learned that life is a journey and we just never know where it will take us. Do I have true love in my marriage? No. Is that ok for now? Yes. I love myself, finally. I mean, I glow with happiness.
Dr. K. once promised me that he would bring my 'plane in for a safe landing' and I felt for a long time that he didn't. But do you know, diary? He did. He gave me something. He gave me courage. That's what he gave me. Courage to believe in myself. I will forever and ever be grateful and in debt to him for that. I would most likely be dead if I hadn't somehow been led down the yellow brick road to his metaphorical door. So, where ever you are, Dr. K., Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Or rather, Diary, please thank Dr. K. for me if you ever get the chance.
T., I love you and always will.
Am I leaving something out?
To be continued.....
XOXO
Love,
J.