It was nice to have someone give me the attention I craved when I was younger. When you became a mother, and married a gay man, that attention you needed lacked. Tookie, even from behind a prison wall made me feel like the old me. Even Morgan made me feel like the old me, even though I knew he was full of shit half the time. None of that mattered when you had this desperate need to feel wanted and loved. Half the time, the wrong kind of love found its way on your doorstep, and Tookie was the wrong kind of love.
I feel nothing sorry - zero empathy
