We lost Babee a few hours ago. Poor ex-husband. I got to go say my goodbyes last night, which was the first time I had seen her in almost 2 and a half years. Pretty much since Luna passed in June of 2008.
*sigh*
Well, the gruesome threesome are back together now. Babee, Luna, and Malcolm. Lizzie is the only one left of the original four, and while she's still kicking and screaming... she's still very very sick.
I'm feeling very bruised at this point. I really don't know what to expect next, so I'm just continuing on auto-pilot. Lizzie must be fed, the boyfriend deserves attention, the apartment is a mess....
I came completely unglued night before last(layoff night), when I asked Niceguy what he wanted for dinner, and he responded with "Whatever you want to make." Not the best choice of words on his part I guess, which when I finished ripping him his 4th $%*hole and was rearing back to start on the 5th, he very quickly apologized for, and then made dinner.
He's been babying me all week because of Malcolm, but the loss of the job, and now Babee, he's not entirely sure what to do.
Our house is full of tension. Trying to keep things calm and relaxed isn't easy when we're both expecting the sky to fall.
We're trying though. Keep the chin up, smile, breathe. In that order.
Dinner with Niceguy's folks today for his Dad's Birthday. A bright spot in an otherwise dismal week.
I do hope everyone is well. *hugs*
Love to all!
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1 comment:
Everything seems to come in three in my eyes, so this should be done for you. First Malcolm, then your job and finally Babee.
I don't know how your keeping yourself together as much as you are. Your stronger then you think!
I do hope for better things from here on out. If you ever need anything just call!
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