All Hallow's Eve

I didn’t talk to Primero’s aunt or mother last night. I told them I felt Primero was capable of talking to me about the issues between the two of us. His aunt responded, stating she was sorry for trying to talk to me, and she hopes he does tell me everything. I’m glad she didn’t push the issue any further because I honestly don’t think I could have held my tongue had they gotten me on the phone. I don’t know what their agenda was but I certainly didn’t think it was their place to be talking to me, nor did I wish to hear their two cents on the matter. See, that’s the thing about how Primero pits us against one another; my tolerance is at an all-time low and I have zero respect for his mother and aunt at this point. I do not need their insight to make decisions and move forward. When I mentioned to Primero how I did not want to talk to them, he said he talked to his aunt and asked her to back off. I think the whole thing was a set-up.

 

Love Bug has been looking forward to Halloween this year and when he wore his costume to trick-or-treat at the farmer’s market this past weekend I could not get him to take it off. We made special treats for his daycare class and he was so excited to take them along. This year will be the first year Primero isn’t going trick-or-treating with us. It was always something we did as a family, even if he never collected candy for himself. He is going to his brother’s house instead, so I will be taking the kids out by myself. We shall see how long they want to stay out before they get tired and want to go home and eat candy.

Return to Civility

For over a week now there has been an issue with data coverage at work. I cannot make or receiving phone calls or text messages from my desk. I have to go outside to the smoking picnic table, or leave work. This afternoon, I chose to eat outside for lunch. As I was turning on my Hulu shows I noticed a text message from Primero’s aunt. I opened it and read the message. She wanted to talk to me about Primero and what’s been going on with him. As the conversation progressed, she mentioned his mom was also there and she too wanted to converse with me. They didn’t want to just text, claiming it was too much to type, they wanted to talk on the phone. I declined. Here’s the thing. Number one, Primero is an adult and if there is something he needs to tell me he can do that himself. Number two, I know he has been talking to them and badmouthing me. I’ve heard, through Primero, their responses. Even if he did exaggerate them, I don’t want to hear their opinions again. We are not friends. I don’t owe them anything. How I choose to manage my household is up to me. I don’t need their interference. I don’t honestly believe they have anyone’s best interest in heart besides their own. We do not have a relationship and I am not seeking their advice. I have no plans to call them and I sincerely hope they do not call me.

 

Primero called me at work yesterday asking to go to family counseling. (His aunt took credit for that. Wonderful.) I agreed and I have reached out to a therapist to try to set up an appointment. It will take time. Primero has asked to have a day for us to spend together, like in the good old days. I agreed and have set it up for next Tuesday, the day before his birthday. Last night he was chatty with me, like nothing happened, like the cruel words and irrationality never even happened. But, I don’t trust it. I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I have been on this roller coaster ride with him too long to trust this return to civility will last. It’s sad, but I think he’s only doing it because he thinks if he’s nice to me I will buy him a new Apple watch that he wants for his birthday. What he doesn’t realize with all his acting out is that I have reached the end of my rope. I can no longer turn the other cheek, I can no longer allow him to walk all over me and treat me like crap then act nice to get back in my good graces and keep the things he wants. I can’t anymore. And I won’t. He needs to realize that his actions and his words have lasting effects. I don’t trust him like I used to. I don’t trust that he’s being nice because he thinks it’s the right thing to do, rather I believe it's because he wants something. I am cautious and mistrusting and I have to stay that way to keep myself emotionally safe. This is our new normal.

The Emotional Toll

Things are not good right now. Last night I googled “can I legally kick out my 18 year old son in my state?” The animosity has reached an all-time high and the emotional toll is not good for any of us, least of all the little ones. I need to try to get Love Bug evaluated because he has been having some awful days in daycare, including punching and kicking his teacher. The reports are mostly daily now. We couldn’t go to the movies as planned on Saturday because of his behaviors. I hated having to disappoint Chica Maire because she actually didn’t have a bad week. But, things with Primero are simply rotten. Our relationship, if you can call it that at this point, feels unsalvageable. He is responding unreasonably to the boundaries I am creating. He is lashing out and I am honestly fearful of how vengeful he might react. Mostly, he insists the stipend I receive since adopting him, should be his money. As in, he should choose how to spend it and I should not control the money at all. He has insinuated I am not providing for him like I should. What he refuses to see is the $700+ that he has spent on ITunes in the last 6 months or how that might make it really hard to keep balancing the money. I have cut him off. I had to close my bank card to do it, which is a giant inconvenience, but it was the only way to get him to stop. I tried reasoning with him, we agreed on an amount he could spend per month, but he did not follow our agreement. I also need to remove him from other accounts because he has too much power in things he should not have and it’s my fault I let him go with it. Life is really hard right now. I took the day off on Friday to try to regain my footing. When I attempted to make changes to the Netflix account, it enraged Primero, who got a message I was making changes. He didn’t come home all weekend, except briefly to fight with me Saturday evening because I text him about not keeping his promise to wash the dishes. He has not spoken to me since Saturday. He told me he plans to have his mother and aunt come over to tell me how I should be letting him spend the stipend money because it is his money. I told him they were not welcome in my home. I don’t know where things go from here. I don’t want to poke the bear, but I honestly want to tell Primero he needs to find a new place to stay. I don’t deserve to be treated the way he is treating me. He thinks this is all on me, all my fault and I’m the one being unreasonable. The kids asked me about him over the weekend and I tried my best to not demonize him to them. They still love him. Chica Marie was hurt that he hasn’t been around and she wanted to know why he didn’t like us anymore. How do you answer a question like that? I simply said he was making different choices but that didn’t mean he doesn’t care. I’m not sure if the kids believed me or not. This whole thing is breaking my heart, shattering it into pieces. I need to pull myself together for the sake of the little ones who need me.  

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Breeding Animosity

When we got home from the last cheerleading practice last night there were people standing in the parking spot in front of my house. It was Primero, his mother, his aunt and his cousin. Standing in the street behind his aunt’s car parked in my space. I pulled in behind them and unloaded the kids from the van. Chica Marie ran to Primero to give him a hug. He straight-armed her and said, “get off.” I said hello and ushered the kids inside, noting groceries sitting on the chair on our front porch. Inside, I began getting the kids ready for a bath, since it was already Chica Marie’s bedtime. Primero came in as I was running the bath water and I noticed he plunked the groceries down on the kitchen table. Suspicious I ask him where he got the groceries.

“My mom,” he answered.

“Why?” I countered, thinking perhaps she had bought too much stuff and offered him a share.

“Because there’s nothing to eat in this house,” he shrugged, unpacking the bags of junk food and soda. I was livid.

“So, you told your mom there’s nothing to eat in this house? Have you looked in the ‘fridge? In the cabinets? There’s plenty of food!”

“Not food for me,” he seethed.

And, so the fight began. He told his mom we had no food when he was visiting with her and his aunt the night before. She offered him her Access card to buy himself some groceries but then decided to drive down to take him grocery shopping instead. What did they buy? Canned pasta, ramen noodle soup cups, chips, soda, and white bread because I buy whole wheat. They bought junk to counter the healthy food I had in our home. Unbelievable. Primero was not home when we went grocery shopping over the weekend. He did not indicate he wanted anything, he was not really communicating with me and he hasn’t been for pretty much this entire month. But, I’m an awful mom who can’t take care of her kids because I don’t have food in the house. Are you kidding me?

Before she went to bed, Primero did apologize to Chica Marie for shoving her away from him. He sees no problem in getting food from his mother. Too bad she won’t pay his cell phone bill…..

Riding the Crazy Train

For a little while now things had been calm with Chica Marie. Her behaviors seemed to subside a bit after the adoption and only minimal things popped up occasionally. Until yesterday. When I arrived at the daycare I was pulled aside by the director who had a few things to share with me. He started with the best of the bad news. Love Bug has been having some issues in daycare with not cooperating with the group activities and being unwilling to accept things not happening when he wanted them to happen. So, he didn’t have a great day yesterday but it wasn’t anything new, just the same issues he’s been having. The next piece of information was that Chica Marie had taken it upon herself to change the name on the cubbies of the children in her classroom and mass confusion and chaos ensued. She was told to not do it again. The worst of the bad news was that Chica Marie had been kissing other children (it seems just girls) and earlier in the afternoon she was caught making out and “tongue” kissing another little girl. This was the second time it has happened, only I wasn’t informed the first time. The incident was described to me as “a full-on make-out session” and it was stressed that kissing of any kind was not permitted in the center. The director wanted to hear suggestions on how to handle this going forward in order to prevent future inappropriate contact. We are talking about my seven year old daughter, not a love-struck hormonal teenager! The only suggestion I had was to provide more structure for Chica Marie, to not let her have oodles of unplanned down time because that was when she found trouble for herself. I recommended making up a list of chores she could do and have monitored by a staff member to keep her on task. She is only in the day care for a little over 90 minutes before I get there to pick her up. I also promised to talk to her mobile therapist about it to see if he had any other suggestions. I tried talking to Chica Marie about it but I’m not so sure she really understood what I was trying to say or how doing things like this can cause her trouble in the future. I also don’t know what the involvement was of the other girls. Did they egg each other on or was Chica Maire persuading them to do it reluctantly? It seemed, in how the story was expressed to me, that Chica Marie was the aggressor, but did that mean the other girl(s) was unwilling? And where did she learn these things? I’m ready to get off this crazy train right now….

Children Used as Pawns

A few weeks ago I wrote about my supervisor making assumptions about what I could or could not do because I have young children at home. On the flip side of that is a customer who was required to attend an orientation. The paperwork explained the session could take up to two hours and asked participants to plan accordingly. She was one of the last people to arrive and, to be fair to the other customers who were there before her, she was not served immediately for the one-on-one session after the orientation. She was the last person to be served. She mentioned numerous times that she needed to leave by a certain time to get her young children. Finally, it was her turn to be seen and she was gone. She noted on her paperwork that she waited as long as she could, but she could not stay because she needed to get her little children. I am not unsympathetic to having young children who need your attention, but if it could affect your benefits why wouldn’t you make sure you had those two hours (plus travel time) free? What really bugged me was this mom using her children as pawn to get what she wanted. She did not want to be there, she did not want to wait and she thought that using her children as an excuse would allow her to leave before others. I have had my fair share of child care logistical Tetris, having to find alternative solutions when transportation or scheduling issues arise, so again I am not unsympathetic to the difficulties one can face. But, even I could swing two hours to attend an important meeting. So, as much as I didn’t like my supervisor assuming me having young children should preclude me from having to do something, I also don’t like when parents use their children as a means to try to avoid something. That is playing into the mindset that parents of young children are less-productive than staff with no children or older kids.

Donuts with Dads

Last week Chica Marie brought home a form inviting her to attend “Donuts with Dads” at her school. She handed me the paper, crestfallen. “Mommy, since I don’t have a daddy could I ask Primero to take me?” she suggested. The paper said, in big bold letters NO FEMALES, so I know I couldn’t take her. I suggested she ask Primero, but I was fairly confident he would decline to take her. She never got a chance to ask him, since he wasn’t home for most of the week last week. I had made mention of it to my mom, so she had my dad call me and he agreed to attend. This morning he showed up bright and early to walk Chica Maire to school. She was so excited to take him to school and show him off to her teacher and friends. And, she was so excited to be able to participate in the event. It was a beautiful bonding moment and an opportunity to offer simple support to Chica Marie. I’m sure she won’t forget it.

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Gut-wrenchingly Awful Decision

Primero was away from home all week. We barely spoke. He was home at some point in time on Wednesday, as evidence by the extra dirty dishes in the sink and the wet towel in the bathroom. He came home last night and spent the night at home. He told me today he would spend the day hanging out with his brother. The baby is being kept alive by a machine. The doctors have performed numerous tests and have determined the baby has no brain function or response. The parents are not in agreement to end the life support for the baby but Hermano’s family has told him they cannot be with him a second week like they were this week. On Thursday they had the baby baptized. As of right now the plan is to let him go on Sunday. It is a gut-wrenchingly awful decision to have to make.

 

Primero’s first period teacher called me on Thursday wondering if everything was ok with Primero since she hadn’t seen him all week. In trying to reach her, I ended up talking to the attendance office where I discovered Primero did not have permission to be out of school as he had told me. They explained to me, even though he is 18, in school he is still treated as a minor and they would need me to sign a permission slip for him to be out of school. I am now faced with the decision to sign it or not sign it. I am leaning towards not signing it and letting Primero handle it himself, as he indicated he already had.

 

Esperanza is back in town and staying with their aunt and uncle. She hasn’t said anything to me, but I am hoping she might stop by to say hi when things settle down a bit. I know the kids would like to see her. I’m sad she came back for something so tragic, but I’m glad she is back in town.  

Spitting Mad

Last night at cheerleading practice Chica Marie spit in the face of one of her teammates. I was busy trying to keep Love Bug distracted without using my phone, which is what he wanted. We were coloring and I had just relented to allow him to watch one video on my phone when another mom walked up to me. “Your Chica Marie’s mom right?” she asked. I affirmed that I was and she responded with, “Well, your daughter just spit in my daughter’s face.” I wish I had seen the incident but I’m also glad I didn’t witness it. I called Chica Marie over to me and asked her what happened. She denied doing it, so I told her I knew she did because the other mom saw it and told me. I told her to go apologize and we left practice. During the car ride home I tried to ask her what happened and the only explanation she offered was that the other girl said she moved. She had been moved from her usual spot in the back row, next to this girl in the front row. I made suggestions of other things she could do, besides spitting in the girl’s face. If the girl was bothering her she could walk away, she could come over and tell me about it, she could tell the coach, she could ask the girl to stop. Spitting in someone’s face is never a good option.

 

Chica Marie had been doing good at cheerleading, she knows all the words to all the cheers, even if she doesn’t really know the exact moves. She seems to enjoy cheerleading and is still excited every week for practice. I want her to be able to continue. I warned her last night that behaviors like spitting in someone’s face, would mean she could not participate in cheerleading because it was not an ok behavior. I don’t know if she will still be placed next to the same girl at the games this weekend, but hopefully if she is it will be a more pleasant experience for both of them.

Tragedy

I use this blog to help me process some of the painful things that happen in my life, mostly related to infertility, adoption and relationships. Every now and then something happens that is too painful to even write about, to make cohesive sentences. So, I will now try to just share the facts of what is happening and maybe later I can share more of my feelings surrounding the happenings. As always, this is my side of the story and, should you happen to know and ask the other side, I’m sure it would sound differently. I cannot speak of what I do not know. So, my story is what we have.

 

Monday morning I had to do my yearly blood test for our Get Healthy program at work. It helps save money on my insurance, so I begrudgingly do it. I chose to make an appointment on Monday because I was already off of work for Columbus/Indigenous People’s day and Love Bug had his four year old physical. So, we do the blood work and then drive to Love Bugs appointment where I discovered I had a missed call from Esperanza. I text her back, letting her know we were in an appointment and I would call her when we were done. She responded by telling me Hermano’s baby was born earlier that morning but there was a complication. The umbilical cord had prolapsed which cut off the oxygen supply to the baby. He was born via emergency Caesarian but he was not breathing. Esperanza was trying to reach Primero, who was home asleep.

 

Once we got home from the appointment, Primero was awake and wanted to go to the hospital. He took the van and left just before noon. He came back home around 3 to drop off the van and he left again with a family member. Around 7 pm he was back home and explained a little more what had happened. The baby was in a medically induced coma to help him heal. He was not breathing on his own. The family was allowed to visit with him briefly. At 10:20 at night Primero came upstairs from his bedroom. He was on the phone telling the person on the other line he would see them soon. “The baby had a heart attack,” he explained. I expressed my condolences and told him it was late and he still had school the next day. I asked him if he thought he could be back in an hour, around 11:30. He quickly agreed and took off in the van once more. I went to bed at 11:30 and he was not back home. I tried to sleep but I couldn’t. I text him around 12 asking where he was and reiterating he had school in the morning. He didn’t respond for several minutes, then said they were just finding things out. I text him again at 12:30. By 1 am I was angry. I asked him what he was doing that he could not do the next day after school. He came home a little after 1 am and I eventually fell asleep after Love Bug came and asked me to take him to the bathroom around 2 am.

 

Tuesday morning I woke up to a text message from Primero notifying me that he had left to be with his brother and family. He said I wouldn’t understand, but he had to be there. I responded that I was disappointed in him for sneaking out and I worried about the consequences of him missing school. I told him he would need to report to the school that he was not coming in for the day. I was not pleased with his choice, it did not make sense to me why he needed to miss school; he could go straight to his brother’s place or the hospital once school let out. Later in the day he text me stating he was excused from school for the day and 3 additional days. I called him because if I thought one day out of school was unwarranted, three was excessive. We fought and some of the things he said are still carving their way through me. He did not come home last night. I don’t know when he will be back home. As he asserted, I do not understand what is going on. He insisted he needed to be there for his brother and his mom and his other brother and Esperanza. He has not text me or spoken to me since our phone conversation. I doubt I will see him or hear from him for the rest of the week.

 

From our interaction I have come to a realization. I have had my eyes opened and I know I need to do things differently going forward. This has been a very tragic event. I don’t know how much the tragedy has colored our interaction. But, this seems to be the culmination of a lot of things that have been happening over the course of the last year and especially the last six months. I am feeling very pessimistic about the future at the moment. Prayers and positive thoughts for the baby and family would be appreciated.  

Wanted

After months of waiting, we finally got the new birth certificates for Love Bug and Chica Marie. So, slowly their names are being changed with various entities. A few weeks ago, I finally took Chica Marie’s new birth certificate to her school for her official name change. Love Bug was with me as we visited the office. The secretary who took the information was pretty straight forward and to the point. She offered a simple congratulations and proceeded to update the necessary information. The other secretary took more of an interest in things. “So, her other mom should be removed from the file, right?” I nodded an affirmation and tried to shush a grumpy Love Bug who wanted to watch The Polar Express movie on my phone (spoiler, it is not on Hulu or Netflix right now). The second secretary continued her questioning, “Is their mom still in the area?” Again I nodded. “So what happened? She didn’t want them?” Oh. My. God. Did you really just say that? In front of me? In front of Love Bug? In front of a million and one other students and parents in the office right now? I looked at her sternly and through gritted teeth I said, “Their mother loves them very much. She is just dealing with a lot of her own demons.” Like what the hell lady? Does she not know this is the most painful question an adopted person will ask themselves? I’m glad Love Bug was obsessing over the non-existent Polar Express movie and not intently listening to our conversation. I was so angry, I could not get us out of the room fast enough. But, since I needed the birth certificate to be returned to me, I was stuck. And the secretary, not picking up on my non-verbal cues, continued. “I’ve never wanted to ask Chica Marie about it, I mean does she know her mom? Does she know she was adopted?” Feeling downright hostile, I glared at her, “Yes, Chica Marie knows about her adoption. It is not some big secret. She talks about it when she wants to. I’m sure most of the time she wants to be treated with respect, just like any other student in the school.” The birth certificate was returned to me and I quickly escaped with Love Bug, relieved for the incident to be over. As I strapped Love Bug into his car seat I whispered to him, “Your mom loves you. She misses you. Remember how happy she was to see you over the summer? Never forget that Love Bug.” He stared at me with his big brown eyes and said, “I love you Mommy. And I love Mommy V too.” How does a 4 year old understand what an adult woman cannot?

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Biology Reigns Supreme

*** Note, there is a spoiler to the recent episode of This is Us ***

Recently I read on another infertility blog about a surprise pregnancy. The implications of the unintended pregnancy went beyond the surprise and the complications of getting pregnant when you think you can’;, the expectant mother is also dealing with the emotional fall-out of having a biological child after adjusting to not having that connection to her other children. Her children were conceived using donor eggs, so while she gave birth to the babies, she is not connected to them biologically. I liken it to my situation with my adopted children. I can relate to the difficulties presented when the new child will have something the others will not; a biological connection to the mother who is raising them.

 

There was a time when Primero worried about me finding a partner and having a miraculous pregnancy. He asked, “What would happen to us?” thinking I would cancel their adoptions or something equally as cruel if I were to get pregnant. I answered flippantly, telling him he would have to baby-sit, but I brought it back up to him later and told him nothing would happen. If I were to have a biological child, it would not change his station in the family. Adoption is forever.

 

On the most recent episode of This is Us, Kate tells Kevin she is the only Pearson likely to pass on “a piece” of their dad. When Kevin relays this conversation to Randall, he is understandably and visibly shaken. It’s almost as if his sister did not see him as part of the family because his DNA would not match their father’s. Viewers of the show can identify traits of his adopted father in Randall; his sense of family and commitment to those he loves is one that comes to mind. Still, even being raised as a brother since infancy, biology reigned king in Kate’s mind.

 

While a surprise pregnancy is as likely as winning the lottery, I also believe it would be complicated for my parents, specifically my mom. I know my mom looked forward to a pregnancy and being with her daughter while she is expecting. I have no doubt my mom would dote on me and she would probably excitedly buy more clothing than the baby could ever wear. I would need to work hard to temper her excitement because it would bother me that she didn’t share the same excitement the first time I became a mother, when I adopted Primero. It is often this thought alone that makes feel ok with never having a biological child because then I would never have to face the differences biology would bring up. It is certainly complicated….. 

Debate

I hate politics. I hate the bickering and fighting. I hate the twists and spins on every story and detail. I hate the polarizing and inability to get along with any semblance of human decency and respect. And, I really hate that there are so many people who characterize and stereotype the “other side” to the point that you’d think they were an entirely other species and not human or American at all. Most of all, I have very little respect for politicians. I respect the folks who collect my garbage and recycling much more than I respect the folks who supposedly represent me in local, state, and federal government. I do vote, it is my civic duty after all, but it feels just like that, a necessary and undesirable duty. My inner history major reminds me of the time in a not-so-distant future when I would not have had the privilege of voting, which keeps me returning to the poles, but it’s like flossing my teeth or cleaning the toilet; just hold my breath and get it over with. It seems every year I detest the chore more and more.

 

Given my dislike of politics, debate, if it is civil and focused on the issue not personal attacks, is not something that bothers me. In fact, one of my favorite classes in college was a debate class I took while studying abroad in Greece. So, when Primero invited me to attend the presidential debate at his school yesterday afternoon, I relished the chance. Mostly, because he invited me and wanted me to be there, but also because there would be guidelines and the debate would be civil, not contentious. I was hoping Primero, who is running as a vice-presidential candidate, would be given a chance to speak but he was not. Still, both of the teams did a good job in discussing the topics presented to them. They were only given the topics yesterday afternoon and they did not know the specific questions that would be posed. It was interesting to hear their ideas for their school and a current events question about making it possible for American’s to vote online. Of course, they were not permitted to slander one another or even talk to one another during the debate, but even without the rules, I think they would have stuck to the topics. The two presidential candidates mentioned how they would work together, no matter who won, then hugged after the event and walked back to class together. The “professional” politicians could learn a lot from them.

Days Like This

I wish I could write and say my day got better yesterday, but it just didn’t. It was one of those days momma said there’d be; just a not-so-great day. Too bad it had to be on my birthday. I was really emotional at work, trying to not sob at my deck. I left just after noon to take Love Bug to the dentist. I barely made it to my van before the dam broke and the sobs and tears escaped. Too bad the drive to the daycare is short, I ended up sitting in the van until I could get ahold of myself. Love Bug did not have a good morning at daycare but he did really good at the dentist. He had a tiny cavity that they filled without issue ({no Novocain). After going home for a bit, we took one of the new foster dogs we got over the weekend on a walk to pick Chica Marie up at school. I had a raging headache from my emotional unrest all morning and finally took some Aleve so it wouldn’t build into a full-blown migraine. I had every intention of meeting my work friend for drinks, even though I know I would have been miserable and judgey knowing she was pregnant. But, Primero’s friend needed to be at an interview at the same time and so, I stayed home and made dinner instead. Some of the normalcy made me feel a little better. This morning, when I got to work my desk was decorated for my belated birthday. It made me angry and I quickly took it all down. Apparently, my birthday was on an inconvenient day and the person who was charged with decorating it thought doing it a day late would be cool. I know she was upset that I didn’t leave the decorations up for the day, but she doesn’t know how shitty it made me feel yesterday to have my birthday go unnoticed. Perhaps I might have been able to handle things better if I had only gotten a little more sleep the night before. Momma said there’d be days like this….

Birthday Girl

Today is my birthday.

 

Last night my co-worker friend text me a picture of a positive pregnancy test. Last Thursday she got a DUI. She plans on terminating the pregnancy. In her text message she asked me to “be there for her” because she “is going to need me.” I don’t know why this  couldn’t wait until Tuesday. Her and I were supposed to go out for drinks after work tonight. I really don’t want to go.

 

Primero and I got into a tiff last night because he used the van to take a friend to work, only instead he hung out at his friend’s house and didn’t get home until nearly midnight. I was livid and he, of course, thinks it wasn’t a big deal.

 

For all of my other co-workers who have birthday’s recently, a staff member has decorated their desks and cubicles. I got into work expecting to see streamers and decorations. There were none. Not even a card. It made me feel like crying.

 

The highlight of my day will be taking Love Bug to the dentist. At least I get to leave work early.

 

Happy Birthday to me.

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