So, Like I said, yesterday was my brothers 22 birthday (well, would've been). I was an emotional wreck (Thank you to everyone who helped me, and was there for me. Not to mention put up with me).
To add onto this emotional roller coaster, I got a second phone call from my father (Whom I haven't seen for 11 years) last night. We are going to lunch to talk. I'm a cocktail of nervous, scared, excited, poured over hatred, rimmed with relief, and some sadness and anger sliced up and put on the edge of the glass.
I still need to get ready, but I'mma go and look like a wreck, just so he can see how much I'm hurting, and how much he (and my mother) hurt me. I hope he orders a tall glass of guilt and regret.
Wish me luck.
(And my luck, I mean self control not to haul off and beat him)
If I'm not online for the next forever, I'm in jail for murdering him.
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