Melanie
I've never been so excited to go to work before in my life. Last night, after the discussion with Weston, Kara texted me and asked if I'd be willing to come in early and do prep work instead of working on the truck. That text has been my lifeline, a constant whisper of support and understanding. Somehow, she seemed to know I was on the verge of crumbling and swooped in with an offer of friendship I wasn't prepared for. I’m really not the type who cooks or knows what prep work even is, but I have to figure out a way to take care of myself here. I can't expect Weston to take care of me forever. I've always been independent since I left, and not having anything to do just won't work. It's not who I am anymore, and it's not who I want to be.