This morning, my dears, I had an emotional breakdown the size of Texas. I was watching 50/50, and a couple of the hospital scenes threw me back into the mindset of being in the hospital myself, and I just couldn’t deal with it. I wasn’t able to finish watching the movie, and instead screamed into a pillow.
So now, I’m feeling as emotionally unstable as a PMS’ing woman who just had a bad breakup and has no money for any kind of chocolate. Yes, it is actually that bad. Today, I was supposed to go to a Potluck for a Renaissance Festival Planning thingy, and then over to my Aunt’s house for a Dodge family Thanksgiving.
After the breakdown and a massive blowup with my father, I have settled on only doing the former of those two options, as I am in no mood to deal with my family. Now, mark you, I have an excellent family and I love them dearly, but being around them when vulnerable is like proffering up a feast to some really hungry vultures.
My family is the one that everyone loves but fears. They’re very loud, musical, boisterous, and bullheaded. Debates can rage on for five minutes or six hours. Oh, and don’t even think about talking football with my uncles; it’s not pretty.
SO! I will be going to the Potluck and then coming home and spending some time alone. Yay me! I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving!