Not a good day
Friday, February 29th, 2008Today is not a good day… at all. I got up at noon when mom told me Randy’s mom was coming over. We talked and caught up for 3 hours. That was good and we discussed a bunch of stuff about Randy. Regardless, I had a headache so I lied down for a bit. Sign online and a message from Carrie calling me a hoe, telling me “Next time you talk to my scumbag of an ex-husband tell him I need his DNA to prove he’s Dillion’s dad and I can get money from him” I acted like the mature adult and told her the address of the prison, his DIN, and their phone number but did throw in that “It’s kind of hard to give you his DNA when he’s INCARCERATED” Stupid wench. The only thing that allows me to deal with her is that I know I have Randy and she and him only lasted 3 months maximum, and it kills her.
Then I call Mike, he was supposed to come over today but he’s in Rochester and now he’s at a point where he’s trying to work things out with Destiny. So they’re going off alone tonight to talk and try working things out. That’s his business but I feel so ditched. He told me he was coming over, I was excited for it. Now I’m just crushed because.. yeah… so much for reliable friendships? I’ve been on the verge of tears all night. All everything every fucking day does is remind me that the ONE person who will never make me hurt this way, ever… is 240 miles away and 153 days from coming home. It’s hard.. it hurts… and I just need to cry and cry and cry until it stops hurting but the problem is that it never does.
