One full month today. Some days I still wake up thinking this has got to be the ultimate, sick, twisted worst practical joke in the history of all my family's practical jokes. Still waiting for the punchline that never comes.
I've stopped telling myself it's gotten as bad as it can get and won't get any worse. My family seems to take that as an unspoken challenge and proving me wrong. It can always get worse. The ripple effect just keeps working its way outward----the pain doesn't end, it just multiplies exponentially.
So tired. So profoundly tired. I've made it clear that I won't allow myself to be used as everyone else's "ambassador" any more. It's time for them all to just leave each other the fuck alone.
I've stopped telling myself it's gotten as bad as it can get and won't get any worse. My family seems to take that as an unspoken challenge and proving me wrong. It can always get worse. The ripple effect just keeps working its way outward----the pain doesn't end, it just multiplies exponentially.
So tired. So profoundly tired. I've made it clear that I won't allow myself to be used as everyone else's "ambassador" any more. It's time for them all to just leave each other the fuck alone.
Where are we going and why am I in this hand basket?
