08-31
Soap opera much?
I’m so over the soap opera my life has been this week.
The biggest bit of drama has come from having to confront someone I caught cheating on someone who is a good friend of mine. Really and truly it all went down like something you’d see on NBC if you tuned in around 1 ;) That took up the better part of my weekend from the suspecting, to the confirming, to confronting, to comforting. So freaking exhausting.
And my brother is back in the hospital for literally, I think, the 10th time. He’s still hurting really bad and has had a constant fever and there’s an infection inside around where his appendix was but they don’t know why he’s sick, they don’t know why he’s hurting or what’s causing the infection. They’re just pumping him full of antibiotics and keeping him overnight before sending him home with no answers and no solutions.
And Will is moving out but not communicating with anyone. He left his key on the corkboard today saying here’s my key, thanks for everything, but he still has stuff here…? And his phone is jacked so I can’t get in touch with him to find out what the deal is. If I haven’t heard from him by tomorrow, I think I’m just tossing it.
And Ryan has lined up a new roommate and……I don’t really approve, but they’re clean and will be reliable when it comes to paying bills so whatever, we’re far beyond the luxury of being choosey.
I just….I’m a little sick of it all. This ‘transitional’ life is starting to wear on me. I’m ready to be in a new place with a 40+ hour a week career (not a job), with a home that I can create or change. I want a huge tub to relax in and pretty copper kitchen sinks to do the dishes in, and oh, I dunno, maybe something outside my back door other than 2.5 feet of dirt and junk. I miss Brittany’s house (but not Brittany). It was nice to have everything clean and working. And if something was dirty or broken, you did it! No mystery stains! I want a refrigerator that isn’t dripping into a bowl on my bottom shelf right now.
I want a pretty life. And I know, I know, how many people get a ‘pretty life’? But dammit, I’m just annoyed and unsatisfied right now, okay? Bah!
I get your frustration. It just gets so old sometimes. /comfort
Thanks, Marie. I know you understand. =)
I’m with you on the ‘career’. I like my job and all, but some days I’d really like to have a regular, 40 (even “+” sometimes, too!) hour per week job, regular hours, weekends off….but then again, I kind of like having something to do on the weekends, and some quiet time during the week.
I do have my own house (thank goodness), but it’s scary when things start falling apart and YOU are the one financially responsible for fixing them, and there are no emergency or extra funds to speak of! But it’s nice to have a yard and walls you can paint.
You mean different Brittany I presume? Sorry you’re brother isn’t feeling well.