25,000 feet above the earth, Delta Flight 856
On my way to Kansas City. Alone and okay! Had a great talk with Kay when she came over to take me to the airport. I told her I felt like she was the only sane person I know. That is: She is the only person who thinks reality is what I think reality is.
Talking to the men who say they love me makes me feel fragile and feebleminded! Like I don’t know what I’m doing unless they tell me, but that isn’t true!
Kay says my lover feels powerless because now I am freer than he is. Because now I don’t have to be the one who gets up to go home, he does! This is too complicated. I promise to write more tonight.