My friend Missy was in the hospital. Rex was taking me to see her.
When I got there, she was very very thin and kept talking about how she had to fit into some dress, and how they were keeping her "inside" and wouldn't let her go home and try on her dress. She had to get into it, for some event, and she was starving/killing herself to do so.
She asked who it was with me (Rex) only she suddenly remembered that his name was Shawn, and I had been talking about him.
He agreed that he was Shawn Patrick, and he looked at me and I remembered he was supposed to be dead and we had decided we didn't want anybody to know he wasn't.(Wishful thinking, no doubt.)
That look said he was okay to be Shawn Patrick instead of Rex Patrick. (His name is Rex Allen; no Patricks in his family that I know of. My Dad's middle name was Patrick, though. Could this be related to Father's Day upcoming?)
Anyway, Missy kept going on about her dress and the event and how they were trying to make her choose something else because the dress was making her sick, and it wasn't worth it; it just wasn't worth it. Nothing was worth it.
I finally caught her face in my hands (that sounds grotesque) and looked her in the eye and asked her "What about your boys? Aren't your boys worth it?Aren't they more important than a dress?"
Her eyes filled up with tears and she admitted that only they were.
Having saved her life by making her face that truth, Shawn Patrick and I drove away discussing her anorexia.
When I got there, she was very very thin and kept talking about how she had to fit into some dress, and how they were keeping her "inside" and wouldn't let her go home and try on her dress. She had to get into it, for some event, and she was starving/killing herself to do so.
She asked who it was with me (Rex) only she suddenly remembered that his name was Shawn, and I had been talking about him.
He agreed that he was Shawn Patrick, and he looked at me and I remembered he was supposed to be dead and we had decided we didn't want anybody to know he wasn't.(Wishful thinking, no doubt.)
That look said he was okay to be Shawn Patrick instead of Rex Patrick. (His name is Rex Allen; no Patricks in his family that I know of. My Dad's middle name was Patrick, though. Could this be related to Father's Day upcoming?)
Anyway, Missy kept going on about her dress and the event and how they were trying to make her choose something else because the dress was making her sick, and it wasn't worth it; it just wasn't worth it. Nothing was worth it.
I finally caught her face in my hands (that sounds grotesque) and looked her in the eye and asked her "What about your boys? Aren't your boys worth it?Aren't they more important than a dress?"
Her eyes filled up with tears and she admitted that only they were.
Having saved her life by making her face that truth, Shawn Patrick and I drove away discussing her anorexia.
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