last night
Last night my training and therapy failed me. I failed me. There was a push from my aunt and grandmother to get in contact with my mother, making it sound like she was on her death bed. Turns out I'm a sucker and my grandmother is making shit up all over the place to do "the right thing" and bring the "family" back together. Amid much inner turmoil, the crazy slipped in. I severed, maybe permanently, what I had hoped would be at least a friendship bond. I had not been doing a very good job cultivating this friendship to begin with. So I spent the night texting with my mother and alienating a good person whom I have great care for. Good times. I can't wait to go to NJ next week and fuck off for a while. I'll be back in time for my med doc appointment and that's right around when Mass Rehab should be getting back to me to work out my employment situation. Things lost, things gained. The world keeps turning.