Tumultuous, tempest, terrible, trashed, throw up, turbulent, tired, tried. Tried from every direction, every angle. I can hardly see straight right now but feel the need to sit here and listen to music and Adam is watching the golf channel with no sound and sewing a sock fucking monkey for a cactus dude. I want to watch one of my rented movies but I think I need to unload a little first.
So for those that got the Error 404 and didn’t read the post I took down because it was an email I sent to my therapist and wasn’t all there, whatever, the gist was that my parents are separating after almost 40 years but my mom is looking to be having a another break down at present and things like two hundred and fifty thousand dollars for an emergency evacuation are being talked about the neighbors where she is holding up talking at a very fast pace and heightened pitch the ear off the wife and the husband is phoning me saying I need to go and get her just go like now and go get her. Fuck are you kidding me. AND my shrink is NOT taking my 911 and I can’t go over the bridge for an appointment tomorrow and I’m directing rage in all the wrong places but actually I’m not raging I just feel like my head is going to explode for real, there is way way too much information to process right now. Music makes it easier to keep some of this shit at bay. I have no idea what to do, I am paralyzed with fear and I always knew that if my mom came to terms or even started to come to terms with what my dad did to us that’d it would be too much and it is, oh it is. And I may just be making an emergency flight to Bali to get her this neighbor dude can apparently get her a medical visa and I can enter because I am Canadian for up to thirty days being an ex agent comes in handy but doesn’t make me want to be sitting in Hong Kong waiting for a flight having no clue where the fuck I am but going to get to Indonesia when HELLO I suffer from mental illness too, haven’t eaten in days and am on a heightened dose of medication that should have me passed out flat on my back. Absolutely no clue, just no clue how to handle this.
This is made of ridiculous, it is real but it doesn’t feel real not even typing it is making it feel real and it is so fucking real. I am glad she is leaving him but this is way more than I signed up for.
When I first found out over email from my dad that she was leaving him I got to the point of the drool cry that one step past the ugly cry. But since that very moment until this very moment I have been the sanest of the three of us. I am so seriously overwhelmed right now I can’t even express it but sleep? Forget about it. I can talk to Adam again which is fantastic like that was seriously just my normal February shit PH killed himself it is going to affect me how it fucking affects me every year and that is that, I’ll put up a warning sign next year do not disturb between January and February 4th or risk the guillotine. This year because I’ve been feeling vulnerable for a while now it crept up on me in some new but very significant ways.
So I am so stuck in the middle it is insane and I’m pissed as fuck they NOW after almost 32 years are both fucking making it about me and my dad is blaming me every chance he gets. Wow, fuck this shit. Fuck it hard.




