The sad fact is that 6 months after Riley's death, I've run out of people to whine to. People stop talking to you, they run out of sympathy, and you become that woman they know who complains about every facet of their lives constantly. Is that really what I've become?
I don't actually WANT anyone to read this blog. Well, no one who knows I am writing it. I don't want another outlet to feel whiney (is whiney a word?); I feel whiney enough as it is.