Sound familar?
Dave isn't coming to Disney Land with us. I rubbed Mum's back in little circles for nearly an hour as she cried. His desertion makes her feel worthless and angry and for an unfathomable reason the force of that almost hate (the purest form of love soured) turns inward and she puts her head on her arms and sobs and wants to die. It scares the shit out of me when she says things like that, but I can't very well tell her to belt up and not feel desolate when sorrow is seeping out her eyes can I? When she says she never wants to wake up, I can't help but get this lightening strike image of her in her bed, finally peaceful, waxy and cold with Sleep Aid and vodka on the night table. I don't know why such little things set her off.
Through it all, we're still going to Disney Land. A trip to the Happiest Place on Earth usually runs our family a grand. With Mum charging our fucking groceries, and unable to pay the phone bill a trip to Disney Land is about the last thing we need, financially speaking. This year is starting out fucked up.
Through it all, we're still going to Disney Land. A trip to the Happiest Place on Earth usually runs our family a grand. With Mum charging our fucking groceries, and unable to pay the phone bill a trip to Disney Land is about the last thing we need, financially speaking. This year is starting out fucked up.