Yup.
I'm really sick of thinking and talking about all of this, so I'll just make it short and sweet. But not sweet at all, because I'm feeling every emotion imaginable and it's making me want to vomit. Keep in mind, all of the following events took place this past weekend:
1. Lana planned a surprise party for Mom's 60th birthday, then canceled it, then told Mom about canceling it...thus making Mom super depressed and ruining her birthday, even though it's not until the 31st.
2. Meg had pneumonia and wound up in the hospital, then had a heart attack while in the hospital, then had stints put in, then moved to the ICU, then was told that she'd be discharged the next day...which made no fucking sense at all.
And here's the icing on the cake:
3. Krusty broke up with me so he could be with Dana. I didn't hear from Krusty all weekend and decided to give him space, being that he was helping his parents move and working with his Dad. When I finally heard from him on Sunday, he said to come over because he had to talk to me about something. I knew it was bad. I had a knot in my stomach the whole way to his house. He would never do anything to hurt me, never dick me over, cares about me, thinks I'm awesome...blah, blah, blah...but there's someone else. And I knew the someone else was Dana. That's a whole other story.
So that was my weekend.
1. Lana planned a surprise party for Mom's 60th birthday, then canceled it, then told Mom about canceling it...thus making Mom super depressed and ruining her birthday, even though it's not until the 31st.
2. Meg had pneumonia and wound up in the hospital, then had a heart attack while in the hospital, then had stints put in, then moved to the ICU, then was told that she'd be discharged the next day...which made no fucking sense at all.
And here's the icing on the cake:
3. Krusty broke up with me so he could be with Dana. I didn't hear from Krusty all weekend and decided to give him space, being that he was helping his parents move and working with his Dad. When I finally heard from him on Sunday, he said to come over because he had to talk to me about something. I knew it was bad. I had a knot in my stomach the whole way to his house. He would never do anything to hurt me, never dick me over, cares about me, thinks I'm awesome...blah, blah, blah...but there's someone else. And I knew the someone else was Dana. That's a whole other story.
So that was my weekend.