Francis came to see me after you left. Shaw sent him. I’ve been putting the puzzle together. She sent several people to talk to me yesterday and Francis today and told them all the same wrong information about me. I don’t know how many others she told that haven’t spoken to me. I texted her and told her to call them off. I didn’t bother you or her yesterday. I had my mental breakdown quietly in my cabin except for the interference she sent. She texted me back to say she did it to calm me down. It’s not her fucking job to calm me down. Or to sandbag me as emotionally unstable to the point of unreliability to every Warden I work with. And I told her so not nicely, if it comes up.

I hope you can still come by tonight. I just couldn’t abide that. It might be impossible for me to work in counselling or on the committee doing the code of conduct if that sticks. It seems to be sticking. So much for having any respect. I guess I should have expected that to happen eventually. I AM a mess.

I’m sorry.

I love you.