My girlfriend leaves on Tuesday for a month long trip to central Europe. I hate the fact that she will be so far away, that not only will I not see her during this time, but that I won't get to talk to her much. I am going to miss her so much. I also hate the idea that I won't be there for her if she needs me. I wish I could go with her, but I can't make that work.
While the old adage is that time flies, I find it only flies when you need it not to. I fear this month is going to drag on forever.
To make matters worse. My grandmother is back in our lives. She is a hateful creature, but so too are her children it seems. One of my aunts bought her a ticket to come her without even warning us. For probably 30 years my mother and father took care of my grandmother, provided her a place to stay and paid for her basic expenses. But she is mean and cruel and when I saw how much she was hurting my mother I couldn't stand for her to be around anymore. I told her to leave, but that never seems to last she is like a chronic illness.
Upon the death of my father she gave me a sympathy card that said, "I'm sorry your dad is dead, but he was an asshole". On a separate occasion she told me that my parents had been terrible parents. It is things like this that make me wonder why people like my father have to die and people like my grandmother still live.
