HI! It’s me! Lily!
Normal? I don’t know. But we’re back to something.
So Crystal is starting her treatment. Poor girl’s been through a lot, I hope this treatment works for her rather than makes things worse. But I guess we’ll see. Everyone seems agreed that she doesn’t get nearly as much of a choice as she would otherwise – You know that’s technically illegal? Stupid, I know, but it is. But they’re going to treat her rather than prosecute her, so that’s good.
Beth seems a little sullen and withdrawn, though. Poor girl’s been through a lot. Maybe she could stand talking to someone too. But you know her, she’s stubborn. She did give me a hug, though, and thanked me for being there for her. That’s something, I guess.
I mean, I appreciate that at all, but I’m still not really sure I deserve it.
Crystal’s parents are also now on the social workers’ radar. I guess that makes sense. But Dave and Sabby, and her parents, have been having a lot of conversations I’m not privy to. All Sabby would say is “No one makes the best decisions 100 percent of the time, and her parents are no exception.” I guess so. I mean, were there alternatives to a homeless shelter? Maybe there weren’t, but were there? I don’t know. A lot of her trauma seems to stem from that experience. I’m not blaming them for it, but I can sure see how Crystal might not want to open up. If Dave and Sabby were to somehow end up in a homeless shelter and drag me along with them, would I resent it?
I don’t know, and that’s the whole point, right?
I guess maybe it’s none of my business. But it does give me a lot to think about.
Tomorrow’s Friday. Diana might come over, but I feel like it’s going to be a bit more somber than usual. Maybe I’ll spend some time with Liz if she’s not busy. I still need to give her a big hug for letting me wail on her shoulder. And chest. And arms. And lap. Sigh.