Today

I feel so drained. This story with my sister in law is taking it out of me. The worse thing is I have no one to talk to this about because I’m on support mode. Every time I stop to think about it I can feel myself beginning to freak out. Which is probably where they all are so I can’t freak out. I’m fucking Martha Stewart. I’m organizing barbeques and family gatherings and holiday dinners, I think if I didn’t they would forget to eat or breathe. The asshole is in New Orleans so we can’t even go there and kick the shit out of him back and feel better. I don’t know how to deal with this and frankly I don’t have the time, too busy helping the people that are closer to deal with it. All I know is karma’s a bitch and she’s coming for you.