They’re gonna let me work from home a bit starting next week, since there are many things that I can coordinate over the phone and via email.
Take care of yourself, Marissa, please.
H.
From: Marissa Johnson
To: Randy Hawkins
Date: 10:45 PM, January 29, 2011
Subject: Stop sending us stuff
I know it was you. >:/
When I confronted your friends about the bags on the porch, Mushroom played dumb, but her brother had that idiotic smirk on his face.
We’re fine. I can take care of us! I didn’t tell you about my problems so you could swoop in and exercise your savior complex.
I was talking to a friend, not looking for charity!
From: Randy Hawkins
To: Marissa Johnson
Date: 11:00 PM, January 29, 2011
Subject: RE: Stop sending us stuff
Mushroom and Shiner report to me daily, and they let me know every time you get dressed and stand on the porch for twenty minutes before giving up and going back inside.
I know I have a savior complex.
I also know you need fresh produce for DJ.
Both things can be true at the same time.
Please accept this from me. I need this more than you do.
Please.
From: Marissa Johnson
To: Randy Hawkins
Date: 11:15 PM, January 29, 2011
Subject: RE:RE: Stop sending us stuff
I’m sorry, Hawk. I shouldn’t have said the thing about you wanting to save everyone. That was a low blow. I tried unsending that email but it didn’t work. :(
And thanks for the groceries.
It’s been a hard day.
Ever since I stopped breastfeeding Junior, I’ve been very irritable and sad. Not using that as an excuse, I swear! Just explaining.
Rachel does some shopping for me when she visits, and Dylan picks up a few things if I ask him to, but today (as you already know, STALKER!) I tried going outside again, but my neck got all itchy and I started sweating like crazy. I feel like such a failure.
