This made me tear up as I read it. I’m tearing up transcribing it now. I know what it’s like to feel this way, to have so much praise and/or compliments, to live the sort of life that should leave you on top of the world and yet… there’s something missing.
You’re Little Miss Christmas, and yet… you don’t feel pretty.
Amy blinks hard, holding back tears.
Amy: That’s very sad.
I try to move on. I don’t like feeling vulnerable or like my own feelings are corrupting the session.
Me: Okay. So, you can listen to the 911 call on YouTube. So, uh —
Patsy Ramsey: I’m the mother. Oh my god, please.
911: Okay, I’m sending an officer over, okay, do you know how long she’s been gone?
Patsy: No, I don’t, please, we just got up and she’s not here — oh my god, please, please send somebody! Hurry hurry hurry —
Me: And then, she hangs up. On the 911 operator.
We have a brief aside where Amy directs me towards a photo gallery, having changed her mind on the turtleneck person. We discuss this. I cannot include details, other than that my dog is being annoying throughout this discussion. We go back to the 911 call.
Me: So here is one of the things I found particularly interesting. Again, the fact that she hung up on the 911 operator.