Pork chops and a place to heal

So I get to the part about pork chops in the slow cooker and think, awesome, I'll have to ask her for the recipe. W and I decided we'd do a couple of drinks out on Friday but would eat in. His choice of meats from my freezer: pork chops. Then I get to the part where they're dry. Bummer! Guess I'll peruse my cookbooks. lol Okay, so we start with the laugh and get to the tougher stuff....

I don't know if I've written it or said it to you on the phone, or if I've only said it in my head a thousand times, but whenever I read about M I think of K. He's K incarnate. The sarcasm, bitterness, the hatefulness you said he exudes? K. And I feel so bad that you have done so much for M, made choices for your own life with M in mind, and ultimately--for now anyway--the part that we see of M is K. K sh*ts on him and damages him and abandons him, and you're left trying to hold it together and be patient. It's just not fair. I get so pissed off at K. At the whole situation. Really I do. I go back through conversations and interactions in my head and think what a passive aggressive bullsh*tter as*hole! I feel bad that I don't know what to tell you, that I don't know how to get you through this or how to help you out--other than to tell you you're not crazy or a bad parent, and to encourage you to keep writing about it. Let this be a healing place. Show up at the page. Write all you want. I won't interrupt you ;-) or invalidate what you're feeling. I promise. Keep fighting the good fight, Amanda, I promise he'll come around...

Love you!!! Barb