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It is the story that never ends
Jul. 15th, 2009 07:13 pmI appear to have gone into mourning for my parents' lost dog. It's been 2.5 weeks now, and I'm finding myself wanting to cry in random moments when the thought of Abby creeps into my brain.
Reading the sentence above makes me seem like a robot. How can someone so non-emotionally self-analyze about something so emotional? I think it's because I do turn a bit into an emotionless drone while talking about family things.
My oldest nephew's b-day is this weekend. First was scheduled for me to go with the family to visit my sister Sunday morning. Now we've added a play day with him on Saturday, which will culminate in me setting up a new computer for the boys. Joy. I hate setting up new computers what with all the downloads and things that have to be added.
Mom gave me some news today. The baby-daddy is back in jail, which is why he didn't show up to pick them up for 4th of July like he does every year. This is strike 3 and he goes before the judge in August to determine if they're throwing the book at him or not. If they do, that'll be 10 years of the boys being dragged constantly to yet another prison to visit one of their dead-fucking-beat parents. My sister gets out in November in time for Thanksgiving. We'll see how that goes.
Did you ever watch ER? Did you ever see any of the episodes with Abby (Maura Tierney) having to deal with her bi-polar mother (Sally Fields), and then you could understand why she seemed so cold and distant all the time? That's how I feel talking about family matters, and I know mine might be worse than some and might look like rainbows and daisies to others, but it still just numbs me at times.
Reading the sentence above makes me seem like a robot. How can someone so non-emotionally self-analyze about something so emotional? I think it's because I do turn a bit into an emotionless drone while talking about family things.
My oldest nephew's b-day is this weekend. First was scheduled for me to go with the family to visit my sister Sunday morning. Now we've added a play day with him on Saturday, which will culminate in me setting up a new computer for the boys. Joy. I hate setting up new computers what with all the downloads and things that have to be added.
Mom gave me some news today. The baby-daddy is back in jail, which is why he didn't show up to pick them up for 4th of July like he does every year. This is strike 3 and he goes before the judge in August to determine if they're throwing the book at him or not. If they do, that'll be 10 years of the boys being dragged constantly to yet another prison to visit one of their dead-fucking-beat parents. My sister gets out in November in time for Thanksgiving. We'll see how that goes.
Did you ever watch ER? Did you ever see any of the episodes with Abby (Maura Tierney) having to deal with her bi-polar mother (Sally Fields), and then you could understand why she seemed so cold and distant all the time? That's how I feel talking about family matters, and I know mine might be worse than some and might look like rainbows and daisies to others, but it still just numbs me at times.
