Remember me… Or not… You know… Whatever…
Maybe I’m finally maturing, but these days when I listen to something like this I can’t help but think that the person lamenting really needed to prioritize better. You’re the queen, for Pete sake. You have responsibilities. And suicide is a bad example to young people.
So, not one of her counsellors said, “Yeah, OK. He left you. Get over it. Greeks are jerks. Everyone in the Med knows that except you, apparently.”
“Your majesty, get a cat.”
And maybe a garden.