Chelsea is feeling better. Well, physically. The doctors say that she can go home Sunday, but she needs meds and therapy, which we'll have trouble paying for. Lindie offered to help pay, but Chelsea says she won't go to therapy or take her medication if Lindie pays for it. And Lindie wants Chelsea to know that she's the one offering her help so that Chelsea will appreciate her. It's all so complicated.
Chelsea refuses to go live with Lindie and Dad, and Ellen seems a little reluctant too. I still think that this is the best way, because she can't live alone. No matter what Ellen says. I hate to force them, but it seems I have no choice. Chels is only 14. She'll have to do as the adults say.
Chrisy, I'm sorry I've been so rude and angry lately. I hope you'll understand. You're the most caring person I've ever met, and I love you I care about you deeply quite a bit. If only you were here now, to tell me that everything would be all right. I need the comfort of one sane person around here.
Well, I hope you had a Merry Christmas. I'm getting back to Kilkenny on Monday, so I'll see you then. We should still arrange to get together.