CIRCLE WITH A DOT

One more thing…my breakup last summer was awful. Part of it was related to me being who I am, in this way. I have been told my whole life to turn it down, be less, not to make things harder…but I just cannot not stand up. So, to be not only seen but also appreciated for being, well, me…there are not enough words.

I know I said “end” before, but I want to add that this is why I am fighting to keep the house, to assume the mortgage, even though it means I will likely work until I die.

These are my people. This is my heart home.

And the inside of the card…

4/

And when I opened the card, these fell out. 3/

Unsigned. No idea who it was, but I have been weeping since I read it. ️️️

This person has no idea who I am but he gave me so much support in my craziness with the signs, etc.

This is the second time I have received anonymous thanks. I am so very touched.

/end

Holy shit.
I was just sitting on the sofa, considering what to do about dinner, when some guy whose face I didn’t see came up my steps and put something in my mailbox. He had a blue heeler waiting at the water bowl. By the time I got up and opened the door, they were gone. And this was in the box. 1/

Inside was this card. 2/