A friend of mine has had a baby girl…she was born on the 9^th of November…I’m sure if I hadn’t called, a whole bunch of time would have passed before I got to know about the little one.

This is a close friend…we used to talk about our futures. You know all those castles in the air kind of conversations but she had achieved it all and I was so proud of her.

One night after one of those conversations I wrote "Listen to me talk of my dreams".

I always pictured her having a girl. I had that in mind when I wrote about the child there.

I’m taking it very hard, the fact that I found out now…almost a month later…

Betrayal seems to be the theme of the month...maybe I expect too much out of people.

I get those calls …you know the ones where they call you just to talk to someone, to vent and cry…and I am glad that they feel that then can call me.

It’s nice to know that I can help...Anything for my friends honestly.

Maybe I am expecting too much out of people or maybe it’s the loss of my cousin and all the other things going on or wrong…but I’m thinking if you can call me when you are low and down and you need someone to talk to…allow me the pleasure of your happiness as well. I may be a sentimental fool asking for this but it would be nice to share in your joy as well. It most definitely would have made a difference to my day. Might have even sold me on the idea of hope but not being told…it hurts…stings like nothing else…somehow I thought I was better than that.