Sifting through the extremely large garbage bag of clothes packed away in the bedroom closet; I ran across a pair of jeans that I haven’t worn since I was pregnant with my son Trevon, and he will be two years old on Wednesday of this week.
I started thinking back to those days when I was pregnant and how it was 90% bad days to the other 10% good days through out my whole pregnancy. These feelings hit me like a brick all at once, and compiled with the let-down on the cleaning job I was supposed to do for my roomate today (with the lie he told behind it I would have to be a BIG DAMN FOOL to actually believe him); I became enraged and very pissed.
Al the bad feelings of things buried and and the collosal lie I was fed this morning; I’ave been in rage mode all day. I’ve snapped at my son for nothing and been hateful to everyone around me as well.
If I had just received the “big lie” of 2014 and hadn’t ran across those jeans; I believe I would have been in a better mood today. I guess the fact that I was looking forward to that money and I really needed it is why I’m so pissed.
I’m still upset now, because I had plans for that money in a lot of ways and now I’m screwed until I can get my child suppport this week. Thanks for nothing so called friend and roommate. Some things are better left buried and NEVER dug backup.