You guys, I try not to whine, but I’ve just frickin’ had it with this week. My dad’s health is failing and he’s really tired of being alive. So I spent last weekend hanging out with him and just trying to get as much Dad as I can before he shuffles off.

On Sunday, on my way home from my parents’ house, I stopped to visit my aunt, who just had brain surgery to remove a Stage 3/4 glioblastoma. A cancer that has a 97% return rate and no cure. She is not elderly by any stretch of the imagination. It breaks my heart to see her in such a bad way - she’s the life of the party.

I spent most of this week reeling from all of that.

Also? I walked out in my front yard yesterday and discovered that somebody had dug up some plants from my yard. Like, just helped themselves to my landscaping. What the actual fuck?

And then? In a fit of self-pity, I went out drinking last night, and got way too drunk on an empty stomach and brought my on-again, off-again dude home, whereupon we stayed up way too late and then overslept because the alarm on my phone went off, but went off at about 1/10th of the normal volume because I drunkenly messed up the volume. And then his baby mama withheld access to his kid as punishment for him being late. She is a seriously crazy cunt and does things like this all the time to him. Shows up at his work and starts drama, etc. And he’s terrified of her because he knows that she’s fully capable of keeping him from ever seeing his kid ever again. So he bends over backwards to accommodate her and just...not piss her off.

So now I’m tired, and sad, and hung over, and just...pissed at this week! And pissed at myself for not handling it better.