10/2/1987
Well it sure has been a week, no thanks to you, I know you tried to reach me a couple of times and the least I can do is tell you what’s going on.
I started out the week getting questions about what you did at your church and had no answers. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THAT WAS LIKE? And yes I realize you tried to call but NO at this point I don’t want to know, and I think you know what’s coming next. Nick, were you even THINKING what this, whatever it was, would do in MY life, that I was so glad to share with you?
Maybe I should have seen a red flag when you did that thing with the tape machine. OH and I realize the stories get blown out of proportion, but from what I heard you conspired with the youth pastor to stage a fake rapture? WHY? And so now, I hate this so much, but Nick I go to a CHURCH SCHOOL and so things like that are a huge deal. I was so afraid of getting called to our head pastor’s office this week but it finally died down, except, well, there’s still this weird…I don’t know.
I am crying so hard right now and it’s taken me almost an hour to write this out. You realize I can’t talk to you for a while, this is so messed up. I really hope that some day things will be different, but there’s no way I can hang out with you at events or whatever, not that you really like those, but what else do we have?
Okay, I walked away for a while and am a little calmer now, I took a walk and might mow the lawn before dark. Nick this really hurts since, well, I hope you know how much I enjoy hanging out with you, and…OK, I’m going to start bawling.
Well I mowed the lawn and this is not getting any easier, so when you get this just know it’s for the best, for now anyway, just remember, I hope someday we can start over.
Take care,
DJ