Unsent Email to Betsy
Sep. 18th, 2004 02:31 amFrom: Blaire, Alison
To: Braddock, Betsy
Subject: One day...
...one day, things will change. I hope it'll be soon and I hope I won't lose your friendship in the process. You're stronger than you know, so much it scares me sometimes. I feel scared so often, but you've never belittled me for it, even though you know, you have to know, more than anyone else in the world.
I feel you more often down the link lately, even if you've kept it quiet.
I'm not going to talk to you about this today. It's Scott's birthday and I know you're planning something. You kept tickling the back of my mind all day, giggling like a school girl, so pleased with yourself. Happy. Genuinely happy. And you didn't drink tonight. You have been a lot more recently - more often, and going through more alcohol. You slip up a lot when you do that, did you know? Almost every night, these past months, sometimes less, most times a lot. But you're happy now, so I'll wait another day.
No.
I'll be honest, with myself at least. I won't talk to you about this today, and it's because I'm a coward.
Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to nerve myself up to talk to you in person about this.
Your friend,
Alison
To: Braddock, Betsy
Subject: One day...
...one day, things will change. I hope it'll be soon and I hope I won't lose your friendship in the process. You're stronger than you know, so much it scares me sometimes. I feel scared so often, but you've never belittled me for it, even though you know, you have to know, more than anyone else in the world.
I feel you more often down the link lately, even if you've kept it quiet.
I'm not going to talk to you about this today. It's Scott's birthday and I know you're planning something. You kept tickling the back of my mind all day, giggling like a school girl, so pleased with yourself. Happy. Genuinely happy. And you didn't drink tonight. You have been a lot more recently - more often, and going through more alcohol. You slip up a lot when you do that, did you know? Almost every night, these past months, sometimes less, most times a lot. But you're happy now, so I'll wait another day.
No.
I'll be honest, with myself at least. I won't talk to you about this today, and it's because I'm a coward.
Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to nerve myself up to talk to you in person about this.
Your friend,
Alison