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for all the disappointment and anger i felt sunday night, i am sure as hell thankful to all the gods that kept me from witnessing what i heard to have happened then. being a romantic i can experience emotion, especially negative emotion, physically. i may very well have been leveled. or done something quite regrettable. a pissed off sprained heart is easily fixed, but a raging broken one takes some time.
further, i thank those gods for the 'disengage disengage disengage' that i heard last week, as i weakened that emotional link (though didn't give up hope seeing as explicit it was on both sides). in any case, i gave that pain to the waters, and have (largely) moved along.
how long til the next crush that develops as far as this one did? only those gods know.
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this is a good place for doubts, fears, regrets.....
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i guess that's just the way you show you care. *sigh*
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when i arrived to the festivities at five and asked how the previous appointments had gone dad said that everyone was "off." he couldn't elaborate, but he too was out of sorts, staring into the distance, retreating to the outdoors to be alone and sipping coffee. this is what happens when we siblings aren't speaking to one another; mom arranges individual slots for us to visit so we don't have to engage. she spent all of saturday making dinner, shopping for desserts, preparing antipasto. it's not every day that her mother turns 90. we busted grandma out of the nursing home to treat her and feed her and spoil her the way she always spoiled us. it's a shame the reasoning was obscured by my sisters. mom made it clear that terri's visit and candi's visit would be with snacks and dessert only, that i was coming for the dinner slot to help get grandma home. yet when terri and her daughter arrived at 1, they hadn't eaten lunch. and so mom prepared sandwiches for grandma, for dad, for herself, for her forty-eight-year-old daughter and sixteen-year-old granddaughter after she had spent the last two hours driving across the county. then, candi texted at 2:40 to say that she and her family were there, though mom had made it clear that her slot would be from 3 to 5 pm. so terri and her daughter left early and in a huff. both sisters talked shit about the other, using their kids as pawns in their toxic relationships. happy birthday, grandma.
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what's it to you?
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