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My Ward went off to rehab. That was a trial. She showed up to the house high as a kite, detoxed, set-up rehab, and then bolted. Her mother seems insistent on undermining her, so she stalled until my ward ran. This seems to be the pattern.
When she fled it was 1a on a Friday. My Ward said nothing as she collected minimal things and left without saying a word. Believe it or not, this was completely out of character up till this point, but that also means that a corner was turned. She showed back up to my house 72 hours later, about a day after the Orlando Shooting, at 7am. She ransacked my room while she thought I was sleeping, gathering her things that she could find high as a kite, once again, made a half truthful, half crazed apology about being shitty.
Thanks.
I kinda lost my shit.
So I called my mate, this usually helps when I’m in a highly agitated state, or at least had until now. I freak out so badly that I can’t even form words anymore, and I feel so utterly shitty that I just apologize like mad and then hang up on him. I called Darwin instead and was only able to get out, “I’m not ok, you need to come here,” or something along those lines.
Both my mate and Darwin came over and calmed me down. I was pretty shocked to see my mate show up, but it just reinforced to me how right I am. Apparently I was so hysterical that he found a way to drop everything and come to me, even when I told him no (I think), that I was calling Darwin, and sorry, so sorry, didn’t mean to splatter my crazy all over the place. I keep doing that…
So anyway… my ward went to rehab and then ran away. She got two weeks in and freaked out, somehow got herself from the boonies to the bay area, which I’m still unsure how she managed. In either case, she was AWOL for about 4 days before she called me up and was like I’m going back to rehab, things are crazy, I’m crazy, I need to go back. So sorry I left, please be ok.
I’m still mom. It’s still weird.
Haven’t heard from my kid or the adoptive mom. Apparently my mom hasn’t heard from them, and I don’t have the spoons (obviously) to ask for the info to track them down myself. We are only 3 weeks into summer vacation. I’ve waited 16 years and about 6 months, I can continue to wait. I feel like I shouldn’t though.
I hosted a bachelorette party. It is now the single most boring vanilla event I have ever hosted. There was goth night, drinking, brunch, wine drinking, dinner, and then naps, with bowls dribbled through the whole thing.
I AM NOT A GIRL.
I seriously suffered from estrogen poisoning. I even showed up to karaoke brunch in girl clothes and heels. Though, in my defense, the heels were boots and I didn’t bother with makeup. Funny note on the make-up, Kammy, who’s the one getting married, was like, “OMG you wear make-up?!? Have I ever even seen you in make-up?” Yeah, you know if I’m wearing make-up, there is no mistaking it. I paint on my face, I do not as a general rule wear make-up you don’t notice.
Circle back, in drunken wandering fashion. Yeah, been drinking whiskey, might pour another, we’ll see. Of course I say this as I drunkenly get lost in Antiques Roadshow and lose my train of thought.
Mostly random, though obtusely related, derail- I’ve had no less than 5 people inside of a month say I should write a book. 3 of those people were complete strangers. Having worked in customer service for as long as I have I have certain habits when it comes to interacting with people on a service professional level. I keep up conversation, I tell amusing anecdotes, I try to make them feel at ease, as I did with many customers throughout my life. This leads me to tell some of my more amusing tales without the issue of names and consequence, and 3 different Lyft drivers I used for bopping around town either said to write a book or asked me if I was. Today in my team meeting at work in the Porn Castle even made mention that I could be a stand-up comedian with my delivery and performance when telling stories. Maybe I should listen to them?
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