Dear (Dream Mother),
I just got an irate phone call from my sister, (husband) is about to have a nervous breakdown, and my kids are crying. All of this, even though (husband) and the kids showed up over there and I was the only one who needed to stay here. All of this because I realized how cruel I was being in forcing myself to participate when I had to choose between passing out from not being able to eat or making myself eat and then vomiting. There is no place here for me. No place at all. It's some kind of law of the universe. And the universe (at least this fake one), and everyone in it, can suck me.
