What is it? I don’t know. But I’m done. I have literally thrown myself ALL THE WAY THROUGH THE GAUNTLET for them, purposely walking the plank trying to help them get down to the bottom of whatever is so horrible in their lives, and they still hate me. But its definitely my fault for not having the wisdom to know what I cannot change. I am going to go be happy without them and read my book about birds and write in my journal and pray with gratitude for the coyotes who sing, the raccoons who are my friends, and the little honey suckers that wake me up in the morning. Oh and the little kitties in the Forrest who want me to pet them. And the oak tree. The oak tree is my friend.