Dear Lover,
We’re fighting right now. Apparently I wasn’t walking Bear properly. You came in to apologize (sort of), and I wasn’t gracious enough to just accept what you were (hopefully) trying to say. I’m not even really angry. I just don’t want to be around anyone.
I also got my period today. I’m so disappointed. I so badly don’t want this to be our story.
I’ve also learned that if I don’t reach out to people, they just disappear. No one called me on Christmas. Mum and Aunt Susan came to your mum’s house, which was great; except my mum was drunk. Awesome.
We decided not to go to the annual Christmas party for my mum’s extended family. We probably should have gone. I’m feeling really badly that we didn’t. And guilty. Really guilty.
Bear’s surgery is tomorrow and I’m choosing to be up here being stubborn and refusing to interact with her because of what you said.
I’m a horrible person.
There’s still lots to be grateful for.
I’m tired.