Shaken-Baby Syndrome
Have you ever wanted to grab someone by the shoulders and shake them as hard as you possibly car, then shake them even harder, all whilst screaming "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?" Today, I almost cried. If I had started, it would have been hard to stop. I went to Jeremy's grandfather's visitation at the funeral home today. Mom went with me. Jeremy was high. Cathy was high. Jessica seemed level, but who knows. Jeremy said they were both medicated by a doctor's prescription. Jennifer was there with him. Sigh. We got into a long conversation about the way things were. About the times that have been made eternal by pictures. Things have changed so much. References were made to pictures of Jeremy and I in a kiddie pool together. Jeremy and I sitting in our high chairs together, and Cathy sitting beside us, pregnant with Jessica. References were made to the three of us growing up together. Happily. We were so perfect; so inseparable. What the fuck has happened? Jeremy is fucking our friend's ex. Street racing constantly. Lacking insurance. Working at Burger King. On Probation. Random drug tests. Jessica... has long a lot of weight. She looks better, but its because of drug abuse. What the fuck. Cathy has died her hair blonde and stays higher than a goddamn kite, keeping no tabs on her two fucked up kids, that are fucked up because of her highness and the instability in their lives. I grew up with these people. I stayed with them for weeks at a time, and Jeremy with me. Mom cried a little while we were there. Cathy did, too. I did my best not to, and succeeded. Jeremy had a blank look on his face and bloodshot, half-closed eyes. Completing the package was Jennifer at his side. Aside from a lengthy hug when he walked through the door and saw me, he showed no emotion. This has been so depressing. My, how things have changed. I just want to grab them- all three of them by the shoulders, and shake as hard as I can, then shake them even harder, all whilst screaming "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?"
Brooke called as I was typing this. Immediately before, I had began to cry. Her call (which was to let me know that she is on her way which took 10 seconds, and to complain about work which took 7 minutes) was enough to make me suck it up. I was done, and I am done. As I was leaving the funeral home, I sat down beside Jeremy and told him to call me if he needed anything, and call me if he didn't need anything.
Brooke called as I was typing this. Immediately before, I had began to cry. Her call (which was to let me know that she is on her way which took 10 seconds, and to complain about work which took 7 minutes) was enough to make me suck it up. I was done, and I am done. As I was leaving the funeral home, I sat down beside Jeremy and told him to call me if he needed anything, and call me if he didn't need anything.