Sometime last week, a good friend sent me a Facebook post from the subject of the previous article. It announced that she was leaving the state after 23 years. I had sensed that things might not have been going well. Well, in part because I Google her every few months to keep tabs on where I need to avoid. Sensed that her last relationship was over. Sensed that her dream job evaporated.
I spent the last few mornings driving by her house to see if she had indeed left. She hadn’t until just this weekend. But, she’s gone. I sensed her little car was not coming back and was bound for the home – the place that held her childhood horrors – to find some security. The irony was not lost.
I also learned she has not quit drinking. Nor has she truly hit bottom. Having burned her realtionships of all types here, she turned to the very people she had turned her back on over a score of years ago and they will not turn her away. Whether the bottom will ever be found is not for me to say. I wouldn’t like to be her, not even for a minute.
But, it is good to finally stop worrying that she would find me again and finish what she’d started.
