To the Boss:
OMG! I am so relaxed without your Mom/Dad always “watching” us! My focus is to sing. I don’t care for rosaries or prayers or gossips or other volunteering gigs.
Per my email to you, y’all can’t make everyone happy. I want to be happy as long as people don’t creep me out with their cooties/problems/troubles.
I’m seriously less stressed if I just focus on singing as a group. Doing solos as accompanist and cantor was fun but I’m unable to shake off the anxiety attacks each time.
I was already getting nervous a few hours before choir rehearsal and was stressing out because the divorced psycho nutter next door to us would wait for me to come home.
Check the roster for the CofC: She bugged them and sister Sara so much they no longer talk to her.
Huh,
Flynn…
P. S. You should be happy and relieved that your parents can handle themselves. Don’t worry and just do your job. Take care of your asthma. Your color two Sundays ago was ashen.
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