Low expectations

It turned out I had a lot of free time yesterday evening since I didn't tutor Isaac. I was in the middle of cooking a ravioli dinner hours before Danish would have gotten home when Loni called me in tears. She kicked her cheating boyfriend out of her house and needed some emotional support. I left the kitchen a complete mess, grabbed some work clothes for Danish (as I anticipated we would spend the night), and drove to McKinney with a half bottle of vodka stowed away in the backseat.

Giving advice is not my forte, and I try to stay away from it. BUT sometimes I am compelled to offer my two cents in hopes to bring realization to these suffering girls! It seems expectations are low (if they exist at all) and these random losers come out of God knows where, effortlessly make their way into the lives of my amazing friends, treat them like garbage, and leave them with broken hearts. GAH!!!

Of course I didn't get a wink of sleep, so today my hangover is intensified by the cloud of thoughts and concerns I have for my friends. I wish I knew how to help them, but they don't want to listen to me because I'm already happily married so what would I know.