Another Auld Lang Syne

Merry Christmas. Happy New Year.

Somebody, please shoot me.

My dad spent all day Christmas vomiting into a garbage pail, we thought as a result of the chemo. When his legs completely gave out from under him the next morning, we weren't so sure anymore. We had to send him by ambulance to the hospital. They still don't know what's wrong. His readings are all off the charts, his blood counts continue to drop, they will transfuse him this afternoon, he still can not support his body weight or stand. Maybe it was another stroke, or maybe a tumor in the brain. He is just soo sick.

The prince spent Christmas day sneaking beer and hiding the empty cans around the house. Another dysfunctional version of hide and go seek the empty cans. My favorite find was under the bathroom sink.

My brother a large part of his Christmas day getting drunk, insulting and picking on me. Knowing how sensitive I have always been about my weight and my anorexic tendencies, he kept calling me fat and chubby since I gained a few pounds from quitting smoking. He managed to get the whole family in on the fun. Even the Italian. And then they will all be shocked and bewildered when I starve myself for a week.

Asshole has been on his silent vodka binge for his vacation. Not that I could really tell. I haven't been home. But you can smell it and see it on his face and hear it in his voice.

The Italian boyfriend is mad at me and not speaking to me because he took my mom and I to dinner after the hospital last night and then he was going to come in and I hesitated because my uncle was there and he got mad, said I disrespected him and then he left and when I called to try to make up he yelled and cursed at me and then hung up on me three times. I'm not sure if we are broken up now or not. I'm not sure I even care.

I just had a breakdown in front of my boss. Cried my eyes out. How very professional.

My idiot friend was thrown out of her place by her even bigger idiot boyfriend again and she wants to stay with me again and I don't want her too. I am having a hard time telling her this. She is lazy, doesn't work and lays around sleeping in my bed all day, while I am up at 6 and working all day. Her MO is she will stay for a week swear she wont go back to him then she does and I don't hear from her for 8 weeks until he beats her up again and then she shows up back at my house again.

This just can't be it.