stitchy

I wish I could say that I'm okay, but I'm not. I cannot handle all of these emotions, not just from losing someone I loved, but also all of the feelings that are resurfacing from being around my ex and his family. I need to get the hell away. It's not healthy for me to be around him, even if I feel I should be. Nor is it healthy for him to be around me. 7 miles is too fucking close.

So, 102 and I are leaving for LA tomorrow. We'll be back in a month or so. It will be my last LA trip as I once knew them. This week, my best friend, Derek told me that he accepted a promotion and is leaving LA and moving to Chicago. I always knew he was interviewing for other jobs, but now the reality is here. No more running to LA when my life here gets sucky. Well, just one last ride anyway.

Oh, and did I mention? I spoke to 102's vet again about her heart condition because I didnt understand all of the stuff about her xrays and echocardiograms, and her new meds. Basically, when I asked him how much time she had left, he said that with the deterioration in her heart over the last year, I would be lucky to have her another year. For those of you that don't know, I've had her since July 3, 1993.. Yea. As if my life didn't suck enough.

102 turns 12 on Apr. 13. Her birthday party has moved to LA. Maybe we'll have a Pacifica sequel when we get back.

See ya'all at prom.

p.s. Thank you for all of the wonderful comments this week. It meant so much to read all of them. Once I stop freaking out, I'll return the love, I promise.

p.s.s. Special thanks to datsun. I ♥ you.