This afternoon I rolled into work in a pretty good mood. That changed with the 3rd phone-call I took. It was my Mom asking if it was okay for her to give my contact info to an old ex-girlfriend. In this case it was more than good, Kristen and I date briefly but were friends for almost 2 decades now. Id be happy to talk to her again.
Kris called not 2 min after I hung up with Mom.
The hellos and how-have-you-beens were brushed aside and Kris, knowing me as she does, went right to the meat of the call. A mutual friend of ours had died sometime Monday night and wasnt discovered until Tuesday morning.
His name was Jim Pulvermacher. He was not only a one-time close friend but also a former partner in the Comic shop we used to run in my hometown.
The bad news didnt stop there. Kris herself had apparently gotten herself married while I was away and was now halfway through her divorce.
The carnival of emotions and pain didnt stop there either. Apparently another old friend name Chrissy had gotten herself married shortly after I moved away and just two weeks ago her husband, after some relationship problems between the two, hung himself in his parents garage.
The cherry on my cake of the day was that other people in the company had called in sick already so there were no alternates to replace me for my remaining 9 hours and 50 minutes of my shift.
What a fucking day.
I want a hug.
I want to wake up in the arms of my Jersygirl.
I want to be home tomorrow and tell all my friends its gonna be okay.
I want to be home with my oldest friends before they all slip away.
I want to shelter them and care for them and entertain them the way I did when I ran the comic shop and planned all of our outings and movies.
I want to protect them.
I want to cry so bad but no one here in Arizona will feel the way I feel and cry with me.
-c
P.S. Sorry for the horrific speling airers, but it was wee-A.M. and I'm still very upset over the whole matter(s)
Kris called not 2 min after I hung up with Mom.
The hellos and how-have-you-beens were brushed aside and Kris, knowing me as she does, went right to the meat of the call. A mutual friend of ours had died sometime Monday night and wasnt discovered until Tuesday morning.
His name was Jim Pulvermacher. He was not only a one-time close friend but also a former partner in the Comic shop we used to run in my hometown.
The bad news didnt stop there. Kris herself had apparently gotten herself married while I was away and was now halfway through her divorce.
The carnival of emotions and pain didnt stop there either. Apparently another old friend name Chrissy had gotten herself married shortly after I moved away and just two weeks ago her husband, after some relationship problems between the two, hung himself in his parents garage.
The cherry on my cake of the day was that other people in the company had called in sick already so there were no alternates to replace me for my remaining 9 hours and 50 minutes of my shift.
What a fucking day.
I want a hug.
I want to wake up in the arms of my Jersygirl.
I want to be home tomorrow and tell all my friends its gonna be okay.
I want to be home with my oldest friends before they all slip away.
I want to shelter them and care for them and entertain them the way I did when I ran the comic shop and planned all of our outings and movies.
I want to protect them.
I want to cry so bad but no one here in Arizona will feel the way I feel and cry with me.
-c
P.S. Sorry for the horrific speling airers, but it was wee-A.M. and I'm still very upset over the whole matter(s)