Maybe you're right. Maybe I do try too hard. But it's not to be "liked", rather to be accepted. To be loved for who I am not who I am wanted to be. I don't hide things anymore because I want to be taken for all I have to offer. I don't know.
A miracle did happen. I got a *small* check from J yesterday. Amazing. She still owes me a shit ton of money but at this point I am happy to get anything from her. Otherwise it was a pretty uneventful day. Work. Commute. X-files. Bed. Kid went to her first union meeting and training class. Fucking unions. They want her, an 18 year old part time worker, to pay a $400 initiation fee and then $400 a year in dues. I tried keeping my opinion to myself but unfortunately I stressed her out. Sometimes she is like her mother, too emotional about things. I am going to try and keep my mouth shut on this one, but still, it's fucked in my mind.
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