Dear Oprah

It's been a while but as you know I was working.
I was working but not enough.
Not enough to keep me from my thoughts, not enough to bury me under the craziness of deadlines that I love.
You know why I love it, don't you?
The more I have free time the more I feel lonely.
I am fat. Obese. My friends always want to go out to eat something or drink something which is going to make me fatter.
I miss my children.
Especially my son. Because I talk to my daughter every day and even if I talk to my son on the phone is not the same.
He needs some time to open up.When we are alone, maybe drinking some beer or wine and smoking a cigarette. Then he'll open up.
I also have money problems.
I work and work and work and I swear to God that I don't buy clothes, shoes, nothing fancy. I only buy food and dog food and pay the bills for the house and when I look all my money is gone.
I would like to travel.
I was thinking what would it be like to be you.
To be able to say: "I'm bored so I'm going to Thailand for a few days".
You can do that. You have more than enough money to do that.
You also have lots of projects that consume your time.
And a husband.
It's funny because maybe you love your husband but I don't feel you do.
I'd say he's more a good friend you live with than a husband but what do I know?
I have never been in the same room with you.
Anyway, you have a husband, and dogs, and houses, and projects, and probably lots of friends and family.
You are not the big fat teacher/translator from nowhere in Brazil who spends her free time writing a silly blog nobody reads.
Yet, it helps me put things in perspective.
Tomorrow will be another day.
Maybe with some more bills to pay, maybe with some more work.
But as sure as the sun will rise tomorrow I will still be lonely.