My father has no idea that my mom is refusing to return home to live with him.
My friend's sister is addicted to prescription meds. She works as a caretaker for an elderly woman in Los Angeles...and last week, she slipped this poor woman some of her meds (in her warm milk). Why? So she could take off for a few hours to go to Disneyland. My friend was wise enough to withhold all names and exact locations.
It occurred to me today that I have managed every aspect in my life...except my weight. Now, why's that?
It is my sincere belief that my family loves my husband more then they love me.
I just found out that my boss is pregnant...and I hurt so deeply inside. Why can't I be normal and get pregnant and be excited about it like everyone else?
Argh. I more I think, the more agitated I become. I've gotta go.