I went out to dinner tonight with both my sisters and an old friend of theirs. I met the friend in 1980 which was about the time I first got sick. My older sister was sharing a house with her and two other people and even though I was at my sickest, I would visit them frequently. She’s really nice, and she has always been nice to me. Her standing with me went way up in my eyes because she told my sister that she thought I was handsome awhile back. Anyway, we were eating and I said something that has been on my mind lately.
I told them that I was going to die hated and alone. The friend assured me that I wouldn’t, and my sisters told me I wouldn’t either. So that made me feel better. And I’ve known this women all this time but for some reason just these last few years I got it in my head that she didn’t like me. Well, I told my sister that Stacy didn’t like me. My sister was kind of shocked. She asked where did I get that idea?
My sister said she’s always liked me and my sister said that most people like me and people think I’m nice. Whew, what a relief. It’s not fun walking around feeling hated. Anyway I made it home and did some stuff and I’m going to bed early.