I am having the most frustrating stressful week I have had in my recent memory. Moving is stressful. Having no money is stressful. Relationship issues are stressful. Breaking your phone and having no way to communicate with anyone is stressful.
I woke up today to a facebook message from my sister saying my mother was taken by the ambulance to the hospital this morning. So I went to the bank and got my cheques for my fucking landlord and ran around for an hour, then I drove the four hours to see my mother. I was detached the whole time so I could survive. I was there for two hours before I watched my mother die. It was just me and my father. My mother is dead, and that’s that. I left, as there is nothing more I can do. I drove the four hours back to my home. My partner hasn’t gotten back to me and I am alone and unsafe and delaying my grief and I’m stressed and it’s a really hard fucking day. Cancer and shit.
I moved and I can’t find my vibrator.