Bobbi

Today I drove to Morgantown (two hours east) to have lunch with my old friend Bobbi. I haven’t taken a single photo since I’ve been here, today’s no exception.
Bobbi should be enjoying her retirement. Instead, she’s stressed out about supporting one of her three sons, my age, who lost his job and his home. She mailed him her credit card. Yikes. I understand trying to help your kids (sort of--I don’t have kids) but I think there needs to be time limits. "I’ll do X for Y months, but you need to come up with a plan to carry on beyond Y months.” If you don’t do that, isn’t that enabling? What do I know. I guess the reality is it’s all well and good to have a theory, but it’s different when it’s your flesh and blood.
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