Entry 30
Evidently it isn’t in the cards for me to have it all. I’m sitting on a plane having just finished sobbing so hard that the flight attendant came to see if I needed anything before take-off.
I’m in the middle seat and the gentlemen on either side of me are giving me a wide berth, leaning in the opposite direction of me. They both have that pained expression of uncertainty on their faces that all men get when faced with a crying female. It would be funny if I weren’t so upset. I don’t even care if they read this. I need to keep my hands and mind busy to keep from having a total meltdown. I sure don’t want to have to be forcibly removed from this plane for disorderly conduct, due to raging heartbreak.
At least I have finally stopped blubbering enough to write legibly in here, but
