I hung up with my mom and debated looking at the e-mail from Whitney. We still kept in touch somewhat. Probably more than we should have, all things considered. She was still my friend, for better or worse – it was hard to drop an entire lifetime of friendship -- and I wanted to help her. Problem was, I wasn’t sure she wanted to help herself.
I decided to just leave it be for the night. I was supposed to be stepping away from my life in L.A and all things connected to it. I was taking a vacation from work mostly, but also from other things like Whitney. Because she relied on me more than she should have considering we’d broken up months before, I needed to stop being present for her. I needed her to stand on her own two feet and learn to live without me. And I needed to stop being so damn
