You must not ever stop being whimsical. And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.
My mom’s in the hospital. Both my sisters contacted me. She was having surgery to repair her lungs (since she let her acid reflex get so bad that it burned the lining of her lungs) and during the surgery they found out she had gallstones.
My sis says she’ll be fine but I feel like a huge douche just living my life and not being there at the hosptital to support her. Abusive mom or not she’s still my mom, and here I am being a selfish dork because I’m celebrating getting a new job.
I cleaned the whole apartment from head to toe, and there’s nothing for me to do anymore except sit here and freak out about my mom. My sis says she’ll be fine but god damnit I’d feel better if I was there at the hospital with them.
I get no service in the apartment so I can’t call them up to see if she’s okay. So my mom probably thinks I’m the worst daughter ever.