So apparently, R heard me wailing for an hour in the bathroom two nights ago from our bedroom, and she's noticed that I've been really depressed lately.  When she brought it up today, I had a sinking feeling in my heart.  I had a complete melt down at the time and didn't even consider the fact that people could hear me.  Then again, now that I think about it, I do recall James loudly slamming his door in response to my hysterics that night.  I figured she would reprimand me for disturbing her.

Instead, she told me how she felt about my relationship and announced, "I don't approve, Chantal.  You deserve better, and you could do better"--just like she would say two years ago when we used to take walks at Golden Gate Park. 

She had known me since middle school and she had never seen me like this before.  Among our friends, she felt that I had the most cheerful disposition and the most pride, so crying was an inconceivable concept to her when it came to me.  Because of this, she knew something was really wrong.  For her to notice and to actually show concern for me was really touching, despite her negative opinions--which quite frankly, were not at all that unreasonable.  Since any displays of care and affection from her have always been so rare, this sudden intervention meant very much to me.  ::sobs::  I'm so happy. 

Tonight, she made me dinner.  She told me I wasn't eating enough.  (I didn't even have to do the dishes!)