She’s lost. I don’t think I could see it before because I was so lost. I’m still lost. But I can see that Susan needs… something. She needs something to hold on to. For me, she was that something. She was the rock in the middle of the storm. I’m still in the middle of the storm but… I need to be a rock too. I realize it’s time I was supportive as well as supported. I think the time for “This Is All About Me” actually ended quite some time ago.
