I want to know he's OK. My best friend, that is. Unless I send up a smoke signal, telling him I'm upset, I hear nothing from him. I worry that he is getting depressed as his joblessness lurches into its fourth month. I hope he's getting the support he needs. He can't get it from me if he doesn't engage.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Have you tried calling him?
ReplyDeleteGoing around there and demanding that he not shut you out and to talk about it?
That is what I would do.