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Had dads infusion appointment this morning and the quarterly CT scan. His labs look stable, no changes as far as that’s concerned, and the scan results should be in by tomorrow. I feel like an emotional punching bag at each appointment, holding my breath hoping for a good report, or at least as good as we can get, and for him to continue feeling good, able to enjoy his time with us and the kids.
There’s some shenanigans going on with my brother and the estate and it’s so painful it’s actually caused me physical pain. I’m so disappointed. I’m tired of being disappointed. It’s just enough at this point and, really, it’s going to be what it’ll be. I have to let it go, carrying it around will only make me ill. So, water, walks, fresh air, taking care of me, finding peace. No matter what comes, let it wash over me.
Dad found a leak in the main bath and it abuts the master bedroom. It had been leaking for some time - the insurance company sent out a group who have pulled up flooring, tore out one of the baths, and cut out some subflooring and they will place a dehumidifier under the house and some industrial fans in the rooms to dry things up, then we begin the repairs.
Ffs y’all.
So I took a solo walk today at one of my favorite spaces. Picked up a chai latte for the stroll, and now am headed to pick up the kids.
«Lo entiendo, aunque me apena. Me entristece no poder extender las mañanas contigo, porque nos están prohibidas. No hacernos presas de la cama mientras Varoth intenta apremiarnos al entrar por la ventana. No poder tomarnos todo el tiempo que queramos juntos no sólo cuando el sol ya se ha escondido. Me gustaría disfrutar de toda esa cotidianidad que pueden ejercer quienes no tienen que refugiarse de los demás. Pero cuando llega el día, se acaba nuestro tiempo. Se terminan las sonrisas, las caricias y los besos húmedos. Las conversaciones bajo las sábanas, las risas entre las cosquillas que despiertan con nuestros dedos, los suspiros ahogados cuando se nos quema la piel. Si me importaran los dioses, me enfadaría con Varoth por robarte de mí.
Prefiero ahogarme en ese beso, hundirme para recordarlo hasta que vuelva. Y con tu sabor todavía en mis labios, abandono también la habitación.[...]»
I’m sitting on my back porch. I have a glass of wine and a cat on my lap. We’re listening to the rain and the distant thunder. Nothing hurts. I wrote some words today.
There are big hard things happening in my life but right here, right now, it’s okay. I’m so fucking grateful I survived.