Yutka

Hi nasty sweetheart, not a day without a prayer for your death. I guess that you, by now, have a great time, when I, locked in my flat, can only watch tv. Dumped is the word, I smell. For a whole week

I am not asking you to love me, she says, but it's possible to carry on as usual, there is no need for you to break down, fall to pieces. One could try to accept what is happening without anger and resentment. One should not blame one another but see this as a challenge. Every difficulty is given to overcome our shortcomings, to strengthen us.