My boyfriend’s mother (Hope) tells me that I have a special gift that I am wasting. Hope knows that I majored in English in college (and excelled in my classes). On Thursday and Friday, I wrote a letter for Hope to send to a court in Indiana where Hope’s husband is filing for divorce. Hope wanted to tell the court her side of things. I have taken acting classes, and I know Hope’s whole, long, sad, story, so I just pretended to be her and wrote (from her) a half professional-half personal letter that blew her away. I spent a couple of hours writing the letter longhand and then another couple of hours typing it on the computer (mostly with one finger LOL). Hope is a very aware, intelligent woman, but she can’t write very well or spell at all, whereas writing is my whole existence-writing is what has kept me on this planet that I don’t really want to be on.
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