I got a check in the mail yesterday from my dad's life insurance policy. A little part of me had been in denial up until then. I still don't want to believe my dad is really dead. It's hard to come to the conclusion in my guts that he is not taking a nap somewhere. He's not going to wake up and wander out from the wings and say, "hey guys, why so glum?"
My boyfriend is being a dickhead and avoiding me. Apparently meeting my mom the other night freaked him out. He wrote me an email in which he said, "Just not sure where to go from here, since exposure to your mom made me think even more about us..."
Sooo... my dad's dead and my mom's apparently an infectious disease.
Awesome.
I was sobbing on the bathroom floor last night. Cried so hard I almost puked in the toilet. I've been so full of worry and bitterness I've probably given myself an ulcer over the last few months. It wasn't so much that I was upset about the boyfriend thing. That's nothing new. It happens all the time. It was just the catalyst that set off the crying jag.
5:04 p.m. - 2006-11-04
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