A Letter to Nora Hanen Gannon Buchanan
Dear D.A. Buchanan,
An attorney you've opposed more than a few times, Tea Delgado, Esq., recently said that "friends don't give friends constant unsolicited advice." Well, first of all, someone needs to inform like half the friends in the world of this rule because I'm not sure it's been widely distributed. Second of all, I am therefore going to break the rule and offer you some friendly, unsolicited advice.
Get a grip.
You've been through absolute hell lately. You were abducted, tied up, tortured, and almost raped. You were in a car accident. You thought your beloved husband had cheated on you. You learned your ex-husband and current brother-in-law was responsible for your abduction. You learned that your teenage son killed a man in cold blood. You sold out all your values to protect him. He then suffered a head injury and was nearly declared brain-dead, and you had a team of lunatics demanding you pull the plug on your son. Then after a brief moment of hope and consciousness, your son fell back into a coma and hasn't had a change in months. Then you found out your son's teenage best friend is pregnant by your comatose son. Rough year, dude. I wouldn't deign to claim otherwise, Mrs. DA. I wouldn't. It's almost like you're a friggin' soap opera character you've had so much drama!
But Mrs. Hanen Gannon Buchanan? You crossed a line when you yelled at Destiny when she had planned to terminate her pregnancy. You should not have begged her to have the baby and let you raise it. But as an immediate response? You're a desperate, heartbroken woman and I can forgive your lapse in judgment even if Destiny's mother did not. However, some time has passed. I can't really tell you how much time because you seem to live inside some vortex in the space-time continuum in which some people are experiencing a full week while others are experiencing one evening, so I won't try to contextualize this with any time-based specificity. The point is, some undisclosed amount of time having passed, you need to get your head on straight. Destiny has decided to have the baby and it's time to go on with your life and let her come to you if she wants to include you in this process. Otherwise, now's the time to back off. Big-time.
Oh yeah, and you know how you and Bo have barely had time to breathe and don't know what's going on with most of your drama-prone family and friends because all you ever do is work or travel back and forth to the specialized treatment facility in which your son Matthew is being treated? Can you explain to me where in this scenario you are going to raise a newborn infant?? You're not going to quit your jobs, so as I see it, the thing you'll have to give up is your visits to Matthew. To clarify: you will raise Matthew's child because you're so grief-stricken about the idea of losing Matthew, and will therefore stop seeing Matthew. Explain this logic to me?
What happens if Matthew wakes up? What if he wakes up and needs in-home rehab treatment around the clock? Are you going to ignore him so you can take care of his infant? What if he wakes up and needs to continue treatment in the facility for months or even years to come? Are you going to limit your visits to once a week because you have a baby to care for?
And remember Destiny's arguments to you when she didn't want to keep the baby -- they went something like: she wants to stay a kid, she wants to finish high school with everyone else, she wants to go away to college and pursue her dreams and not have to worry about being a mother during all of that. You didn't accept any of those arguments then, but now they are all your very own arguments for why you're now convincing yourself that you should insert yourself into Destiny's pregnancy and ask, what? For her to give you her child? For her to share custody of her child with you?
Oh, DA Buchanan. Stop convincing yourself of this. Focus on your job and your son and your husband and all the madness around you, and be there for Destiny if she comes to you. She knows your position, and she will seek you out if she wants to. Until then, please, I beg of you, don't do what it looks like you're going to do!
I thank you for your time, Nora Hanen Gannon Buchanan.
P.S. Dude. Victor got shot again.