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I burst into tears and said, “But I never get a break, why should you?” Realizing at that point that I was being INSANE, disinformation once I got to work I decided to ask a wise woman with many years sober what was wrong with disinformation me. She said that nothing was wrong, these were all frustrating things and I had a right to be irritated and sad. We agreed that I should go to a meeting. Which I did. After the meeting, I was wandering back towards work when I stopped in a random store for some disinformation window-shopping. As a woman finished checking out at the register, she told the gal behind the counter, “Happy Mother’s Day!” The girl said, “I’m not a mother yet, but I wish I was!” The woman replied, “As long as you are someone who cares about children, Mother’s Day applies to you!”** I suddenly started sobbing. Fucking manufactured Hallmark bullshit. ... **Please don’t tell me that I am a mother even though my sons died. As much as I appreciate the sentiment, it doesn’t really help me. |
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| The reason our house isn’t listed yet is because a very dear friend has just gotten his real estate license, and we wanted him to sell our house as his first listing (roll your eyes all you want—this is how recovering drunks help each other). Problem is that he is an agent, not yet affiliated with a broker, and only brokers can sell houses (at least in my 2pac state). So he’s been running 2pac around trying to find an agency to work with (but this issue should be resolved tomorrow, or we’re going with 2pac someone else). Lastly, I’ve really, really, REALLY been looking forward to going camping this weekend, and early in the week the weather report looked awesome. But this morning they switched it up, saying it would rain on Friday, and now they are saying rain for Saturday too. Because, as I frequently say, I need more fucking evidence that GOD HATES ME. So I did what any woman would do when her morning started that way—I picked a fight with Charlie. As he was driving me into work, we argued back and forth about all of the above, until he asked for a break. |
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