I've been down and out a lot lately, truthfully for years. It was awesome this afternoon to receive a phone call from a MHT who appointed herself as my godmother 7 years ago. Even though we haven't been in contact for nearly 2 years she knew. She just knew or understood everything without me having to say it.
She is only a month and 3 days younger than my mom. No, they don't know one another. Jerri worked a residential treatment center I was at when I was 17. She was very hard on me and I grew to love her. She's better to me than my own mother ever has been and probably ever will be able to be. That's mean, I know, but gotta be realistic here. I lived with her for a year and half.
Anyway like I was saying before I started rambling, she called and for a moment everything felt ok. I felt loved for the first time in a really long time.