On Monday, I talked a lot about Veronica; various points in our relationship came up depending on who I talked to. I haven’t thought about her in full view in a very long time. I realized, yet again, how much I wished things were different between us. How much I wish her love for me included respect and concern for my well being. The last few months just put things in a very different perspective for me. I do understand the need for a human being to do their own thing at some point in their life, however, when love is involved, I would assume that would include compassion and a sort of finesse that I feel I was robbed of. I know she loves me. I just things were handled better on both our parts. I mean my love for her could at least allow me to be cordial to her if I thought she could be honest with me and not just through me to the wolves whenever she sees fit. Well, here’s to hopeful wishing. As always, when I think about her, I think about my babies. Piper and Kahlo–I love and miss them so much. At least the thought of them can still make me smile.