I know I’m not handling this situation the best way that I should be, but how is someone supposed to deal with a significant others family issue when their relative is dealing with some s-word that put them in the hospital for damn near a month and their still not “normal”?
I always seem to be saying the wrong thing, because it isn’t being “sugarcoated” or isn’t pleasant to hear. My thing is, if someone doesn’t want to be helped, then leave them be. Cruel? Not really. That’s the reality of things. Do you expect to be babied all your life when someone’s trying to start their own? No.
I’m just frustrated with hearing the same thing over and over again. Am I supposed to just shut my mouth and just listen? I gave my input on the situation earlier today and mentioned that he should just give it unto God and pray that things will get better. Because honestly, there isn’t anything else that he can do to make her better. She’s going to want to get better on her own to get out of this hole that she’s gotten herself in.
I don’t want to divulge too much of this matter because certain aspects of my life, I’d like to keep private.. I just wanted to vent.
I’ve spent entirely way too much money at Victoria’s Secret in the last two weeks. O_O
I’ve been working, sleeping, and going to the gym.
Yeah, that’s my life right now.
I need to start my search for a better job soon. *sigh*
Alright time to get ready to lay down. I’m hella tired!
pointless blog. you care.
As a family we drove to Oakland to eat after church. My father dropped us off and then drove off to look for parking. An hour passes and he’s still not there. I felt like something happened to my father, but I didn’t know what. Another hour goes by. Still no sight of my dad. We’re already done with our lunch and we’re waiting across the street for my dad. Nothing. My sister calls her friend up to see if he could take us home. Another hour passes. Her friend arrives and he ends up taking the scenic route home (driving through Alameda, parts of my old stomping ground near Lake Merritt, West Oakland and then we make it to the freeway headed back home. Once we get closer to Berkeley, my dad calls my mother (she doesn’t answer in time) and then me. Come to find out, his blood sugar was in the low 40’s, he was disorientated, and parked on the wrong side of the road of Harrison and 11th. From what the EMT told me, the cops found and then questioned him. His responses were slow and they noticed that he was sweaty and immediately called the EMTs for medical assistance. My dad didn’t know where he was and thought he was back home and not in Oakland. Needless to say, we were all relived that my father was OK.
This was poorly typed… Oh well.