Dad’s health is declining. It’s becoming more and more painfully obvious. I reached out to my ex boyfriend, who has lost his own father. He’s seen so much in the last five years. He was even there when dad was in the hospital and we thought we were going to lose him. It’s a touchy (and private) subject, but he was the one person who knew everything.
I told him I was waving a white flag. I just needed to vent. Needed support.
I just got silence. Surprise, surprise.
There are just a lot of changes happening all at once for me right now and I’m really overwhelmed but excited but scared but hopeful but exhausted.
4:30. Sitting at my gate. Flying was so exciting before. Now it just sucks.
I know I’ll be alright. I just want to bitch a little right now.
We both cried. Laugh. Talked.
I’m so in love. It’s insane.
I’m not drunk. I’m not in love.