2015 has not been kind. In January my best friend of nearly a decade whom was more like a sister to me moved to Calgary. February 15th my grandfather was admitted to the hospital after having a major gallstone attack which snowballed into even more medical difficulties. Right at this time Dante ended up with a bout of pneumonia. On February 23rd we found black mold in his room and started the process of his room restoration (which still to this day hasn’t been completed.) James’ temporary layoff ended up lasting much longer than we had expected and we ended up being financially bled dry. Opi passed on April 19th. Now James’ vehicle needs a $400 part which was just replaced a few years ago and Dante’s room is still waiting in limbo. The cat had to be neutered which was $100 and then ended up with a bladder infection with was another $114 down the drain.
No… I’m not okay… I said goodbye to the only person whom was my outlet for stress… I watched my grandfather die for 3 months (saying goodbye and getting my hope up I don’t know how many times.) Financially we’re in major debt. I have a 5 year old sleeping in my bedroom whom has been there for over 2 weeks now and is moody and pissed off that he doesn’t have his play space. The only friends that I have left can’t even step up to the plate for being called that because they’ve done nothing, they’re not around during my time of stress and need.
My life has been utter shit since January 1st… I am not okay… I am angry and that in itself is okay because atleast I still feel.
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