And The Hits Just Keep Rolling In in meh...

She got fired from her job.

She and grandkid spent the night at my house Tuesday. Tuesday? Yeah. When I got home Wednesday, Son told me they left early. I’m guessing it was her day off. So she didn’t come to my house after work on Wednesday.

Thursday, I called her phone, she answered “I’m Okay Mom. I’m at work.” Okay. Now I feel better. Then as I’m cooking dinner, disappointed that Bones didn’t come on, Son comes downstairs to give me his phone. It was his dad. Dad’s girlfriend got her the job. He never talks to me, I don’t talk to him. I’m okay with all that. So when he reaches out, something has to be wrong. So “Hey, what’s up?” Then he goes on an exhausted rant about our child. She got fired because she came back from lunch late. Then divulged other events, like, the fact that she was almost fired once because of the points she accumulated during this probation period. Girlfriend interceded on her behalf and they gave her a shot. She had been calling in to take personal days, been tardy several times. Shit I didn’t know about. So he’s talking and I’m listening. He is more upset because this has apparently developed into an issue with his girlfriend. Which I don’t give a shit about. Naturally. If that’s your only concern, then why the fuck are we on the phone because I don’t give a shit about your relationship.

So she wasn’t at my house yet. I didn’t call. I’m sitting, cooking, festering, processing. I didn’t know what I was feeling. I didn’t know how I was feeling. I called my mom after I drank a beer and had my tacos for the evening, which I couldn’t even eat, but I made myself eat in an attempt to lie to myself like I’m okay. I called my mom and started crying. “She got fired. I wanted to say something and get out my feelings because I don’t want to go to sleep and not wake up in the morning because I’ve had a heart attack because of this.” Mom gave me some advice to pray and sit still and let God talk to me. I do that. He has no words for me. Ever.

So I went to bed early because I figured she wouldn’t come home. Well, I was hoping that she would so I left the kitchen light on with the rest of the taco meat on the stove and I went to bed. Had a fitful rest I suppose. Woke up when it was still dark in a sweat and needing to pee really bad. The pee part is nothing new. Woke up around 6. Son must have stayed up late because he was still asleep when I woke up. I heard him snoring good so I left him alone.

Got to work and called daughter. I let the phone ring twice then I hung up. She called back, but had grandkid on the phone. I talked to my little character and he said they were going to the park soon. I know I’ve complained about wanting a weekend for myself, but not like this. She’s been at my sister’s place. I asked her why is she hiding out. She said she wasn’t. Then explained again why my sister didn’t want her to stay for right now. She mentioned nothing of being fired. Neither did I. I asked, “So, I guess, I will see you whenever I see you then, huh?” She says, “Something like that.” Hmm…

I did write her a letter this morning, but I’m going to take it back. I’m going to get some gas in my car. I’m going to go to a birthday party tonight. Eat. Drink. And pretend my emotional life is stable.

For Pete’s sake, I’m still mourning Prince’s death.

Till next time…

Kindest regards,
Sister

Last updated June 11, 2016