I know, it’s the loser way out by putting up a virginal picture of Shaun and hope that will get me by for a few days. No such luck, you guys continue to email me and ask me if I am feeling well or if my spleen has slipped out while urinating.
Yes I’m OK. No I’m not OK.
Tabitha and the baby are still here and instead of pulling out my hair and walking the backyard to find a spot I haven’t buried a body, I am finally feeling ‘normal’. It’s nice having an assistant mom to help run things and make sure the front part of the house is being manned while I reorganize my closet for the 21st time in 2 weeks.
Yes, you heard me right. Tabitha and I are doing good. She got her licenses and bank card the other day and I had to go in the bedroom and shut the door. I’m not ready for her and the baby to go. I actually cried at the thought of her not being on my living room floor in morning or hearing him laugh when she does her dorky voice at him.
The other night I went out with the video camera and I recorded it. Who would have guessed I would have not only taken in my husband’s ex-wife, but also value the friendship I have gotten from her being here. Certainly not me. I’m not ready for her to go. I’m not ready for the baby to go either. They leave on the 25th of the month and I know as the time gets closer I am eventually going to break down and sob. Or maybe she can piss me off before she leaves so we can avoid all the sloppy tears.
I promised myself to get myself back to writing and expressing what I am going through. That is why you all manage to find your way back here. You’re just waiting for me to snap huh?
My aunt keeps rollercoastering through the days in the hospital. My sister is better at keeping everyone updated on what is going with her.