Hellish Phone Call

Sheltering in place Not anyone’s idea of a great time; certainly not mine. Spoke to a good friend yesterday. She said she is morbidly depressed. She had been positive and upbeat prior to this pandemic. I kept my own dour thoughts secret, feeling like a hidden Eeyore. She unloaded how horrible 2020 has been to her. Her favorite cousin and awful brother have both died. Her brother whom she despised is now a saint. She was angry at their families for not letting her know how sick they were. I wisely kept quiet. I am the last person to let anyone know how sick I am. She and her son-in-law had a shouting match. It was so bad she moved. I was silent, not able to relate to this at all. She had been in a car wreck during the ice season. She got out and yelled and screamed at the idiot who caused it. She called her a moron and used the F word. I was horrified. This is not the friend I know. At the end of fifty-six minutes of hell, she asked how I am. It was my second chance to say my third word. I did not tell her that my mother had died. I did not tell her that I had to learn five computer programs And I felt angry and sad. I did not tell her that I missed my family and friends. Or that I was probably as sad as she has ever been. I was finished not talking on the phone. I simply told her good bye and hung up. She texted me six emoji’s in a row. Told me she loved me and missed me. Told me I had uplifted and enlightened her. I was glad but did not know for hours, for I had to take a nap.