On the first day of homelessness (sort of) and sleeping outdoors, I received this in my email:
Yes, I was shocked. I had known since Jeanene’s last post that she was in trouble. I was scared for her. I could say nor do a thing to help her. Why? Because she had decided to cut me off sometime in September. I didn’t expect her to do suicide (in late October, she says), but I was scared she’d end up locked up since she had stated in her blog that she was submitting to “treatment” yet one more time. I could do nothing. She said not to write anymore. I waited.
By the way, I did nothing but be supportive of Jeanene but she felt I “emailed too much.” I dunno. Is 13 emails in two months “too much” if you are only responding to another’s email? I felt stumped. So now, emailing too much is offensive. I felt like I couldn’t win with her, so I stopped writing just like she asked me to.
From under my tree, I responded to her blog post, while being eaten by bugs. I guess either the comment never arrived or Jeanene chose to delete it. I will not try to repost. I am too tired now.