I need to discuss something with you.
I know what you’re thinking. How can someone who so adamantly doesn’t believe in you want to talk to you? Well…because.
Because I have tried REALLY hard to believe in you.
And I almost did. Once. After the bleeding incident.
But…due to life circumstances, I began to believe that I’m still around…not because of you but…because I was under good doctor care. Sorry.
I’m struggling here.
Did you NOT notice?
I’m struggling on so many levels with my life.
So…while I’m struggling. And trying to do what it is that I need to do. I’m waiting for some sort of sign to prove that you really do exist.
Nothing. I’ve gotten…NOTHING.
And…right now…I could really use you.
But it’s really difficult to believe in something that isn’t tangible. So…I really would like some sort of sign.
What kind of sign, you ask.
Oh, I don’t know…
A yes from one of the literary agents.
A few sales.
My children to not give me problems for a WHOLE WEEK.
My husband to not be such an asshole anymore.
Because…I really need some help here.
Temple isn’t making it any easier to believe in you.
Their bottom line is about our dues.
Not about our privilege…our RIGHT… to practice our religion.
And…because we couldn’t pay our dues…
we weren’t allowed tickets to the High Holy Day Services…
and our childrens religious education is being threatened!
I know! A crock, right!?
There is NO ONE to go and talk to there.
C’mon…give a girl a sign. I’m not asking for much.
So that I know that you’re there.
So that I can have some sort of comfort.
Because, right now…
I just don’t.
I’m achy. And sad. And miserable.
And so lost.
So…if you really do exist. And you’re in the mood to prove it.
Thank you in advance for your cooperation in attending to this matter.