I just need a safe place to be selfish for a minute
I just had a very stressful six month period at work. I had this week scheduled off. Over the last month a few things have popped up that I made exceptions for, but in general most days I had only one or two things to do. I was going to be alone. I was going to read a book. I was going to catch up on laundry and doctors appointments and car service and stuff like that. Basically I was going to sew my life back together. My very first day off after this insane work thing, my father-in-law dies.
This is obviously terrible. But he had very poor quality of life and frankly, this may be a mercy versus what would have happened with the rest of his life. I am
Of course being present and helpful and sympathetic, and of course this takes precedence. But FUCK ME! I can’t catch a break! I’m so god damn tired and I just want to fuck off for one day. Even a whole afternoon would be nice. Now I’m doing this. And my house is full of people.
I am sad about this death but I am also sad for me and I can’t say that to anyone else. Thank you for hearing my rant.