life throws no bones
i made an appt with my therapist this evening. it's for monday at 2. i don't know how my work is going to appreciate me needing to leave at 2 but honestly, i don't give a damn.
my mental stability has really sucked today and i need to go to therapy.
i woke up this morning with all the shit about my dad weighing heavily in my head. as soon as baby girl got out of the car in the drop off lane, i lost it. for the next 40 minutes, all the way to work, i cried and cursed my father.
my work day was ok. nothing out of the ordinary. more responsibility is being dumped on me so today had it's moments. they know i can do it so why not dump it, right?
shit rolls downhill anyway.
yesterday on my way home from work, i rescued a dog out of the 5:00 grid lock. just what i need - another mouth to feed. but i couldn't drive through that intersection without knowing of his safety.
i'm calling him roadkill since that is exactly what he would have been.
sweetheart of a dog.
he is not chipped. strike one.
no ads have been placed for a lost dog matching his description on the four local sites i checked. strike two.
i put up four ads on said sites about a found dog.
from those, i've had four replies from people wanting to adopt him.
i hope detr0it beats the stanks. i hate the damnyankees.
yes, i'm feeling a bit ayy.dee.dee, going from one thing to another. it's how my head has been working lately.
is it friday yet?
my mental stability has really sucked today and i need to go to therapy.
i woke up this morning with all the shit about my dad weighing heavily in my head. as soon as baby girl got out of the car in the drop off lane, i lost it. for the next 40 minutes, all the way to work, i cried and cursed my father.
my work day was ok. nothing out of the ordinary. more responsibility is being dumped on me so today had it's moments. they know i can do it so why not dump it, right?
shit rolls downhill anyway.
yesterday on my way home from work, i rescued a dog out of the 5:00 grid lock. just what i need - another mouth to feed. but i couldn't drive through that intersection without knowing of his safety.
i'm calling him roadkill since that is exactly what he would have been.
sweetheart of a dog.
he is not chipped. strike one.
no ads have been placed for a lost dog matching his description on the four local sites i checked. strike two.
i put up four ads on said sites about a found dog.
from those, i've had four replies from people wanting to adopt him.
i hope detr0it beats the stanks. i hate the damnyankees.
yes, i'm feeling a bit ayy.dee.dee, going from one thing to another. it's how my head has been working lately.
is it friday yet?
1 Comments:
I commented and Blogger at it. Wtf?
It sounds like you need some kind of closure regarding the relationship you want to have with your dad and the one you actually have with him. Perhaps he doesn't realize he's being so insensitive. Or maybe he's feeling the same way you are and doesn't know how to make that first move.
Either way, waiting for the other one to step up does no good for either of you. Call him and tell him how you feel about not having seen him while he's been there. It's a start, at least.
If he's still being a dick, then be glad you didn't see him. He's not the same person he was before he met his child bride.
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