so.
thursday morning, my phone rang at 430. baa had passed.
i spent the morning with her, saying my goodbye's.
i spent the day packing up her room and moving things to my mom's house.
i kept all my grandma's music, all her tapes and the few cd's she had.
thursday night was spent helping my mom find photos, calling people who should know, and trying to not punch david in the face.
friday.
errands for the funeral, errands for my mom.
picked my sister up at the bus station.
(i find it odd, that i had to be the one to tell her ofboth our grandparents' deaths in the last 35 days.)
saturday.
funeral, "receptiopn" at st. john's homes.
more of trying to not physically harm david.
saturday afternoon.
all hell breaks lose.
martha and i are yelling at eachother.
paul yells at me.
megan hides in her room in tears.
i yell at paul.
we all decide to go to lunch.
megan gets out of the car at a stop sign. (she refused to go to a glorified bar and i don;t blame her)
i don;t talk at lunch, we all go home (mopm and david stay at the bar)
we waited to do something for two hours,
more arguments with paul
meg drives me home.
all the fights are because martha chose david yet again over her children.
again.
baa....would be pissed to say the least if she ever heard that.
sunday morning.
i am very sick.
and called into work yet again. (a total lost of, 30 hours at work)
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this weekend i have come to realise why it is paul and i can only manage to get along for a short period of time.
because despite how excepting he is of me, he in essence is everything i have ever stood against.
he is the douche-bag,mtv, gym-whore of a man-slut,who works ina cubicle for christs sake
and he talks down to me.
whateves.
i spent the morning with her, saying my goodbye's.
i spent the day packing up her room and moving things to my mom's house.
i kept all my grandma's music, all her tapes and the few cd's she had.
thursday night was spent helping my mom find photos, calling people who should know, and trying to not punch david in the face.
friday.
errands for the funeral, errands for my mom.
picked my sister up at the bus station.
(i find it odd, that i had to be the one to tell her ofboth our grandparents' deaths in the last 35 days.)
saturday.
funeral, "receptiopn" at st. john's homes.
more of trying to not physically harm david.
saturday afternoon.
all hell breaks lose.
martha and i are yelling at eachother.
paul yells at me.
megan hides in her room in tears.
i yell at paul.
we all decide to go to lunch.
megan gets out of the car at a stop sign. (she refused to go to a glorified bar and i don;t blame her)
i don;t talk at lunch, we all go home (mopm and david stay at the bar)
we waited to do something for two hours,
more arguments with paul
meg drives me home.
all the fights are because martha chose david yet again over her children.
again.
baa....would be pissed to say the least if she ever heard that.
sunday morning.
i am very sick.
and called into work yet again. (a total lost of, 30 hours at work)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
this weekend i have come to realise why it is paul and i can only manage to get along for a short period of time.
because despite how excepting he is of me, he in essence is everything i have ever stood against.
he is the douche-bag,mtv, gym-whore of a man-slut,who works ina cubicle for christs sake
and he talks down to me.
whateves.