Ugh, food has not been good all day today. I was up for 18 hours yesterday instead of my normal 14, and tomorrow there's so much to do.
Hubby had a MAJOR panic attack yesterday because he realized his parents kind of abandoned him once he and I moved out of their house, and then at work today he broke down again, luckily his machine was in a corner away from the others so nobody saw him. Poor guy, his biological father is busy with his own family, his adoptive father never bothered to bond with him, and his mum is so busy with all his younger siblings to care right now. My parents call all the time and we visit them every other week or so, but his parents haven't bothered to contact him
"just because" since we moved out a year and a half ago. I know he and his mum need to talk, but every time I call her to ask if she wants to hang out with him, she's like "Well, I have the other kids and a life, you know? I can't." If we go over there, his "dad" and "brother" ("dad's" kid who is technically hubby's second cousin) just make fun of him and act nasty the whole time. No wonder he's so screwed up in the head. Ugh, I can't deal with this.
The medicine isn't working, I need some real painkillers. I'll be hiding under a pile of heating pads.
Hubby had a MAJOR panic attack yesterday because he realized his parents kind of abandoned him once he and I moved out of their house, and then at work today he broke down again, luckily his machine was in a corner away from the others so nobody saw him. Poor guy, his biological father is busy with his own family, his adoptive father never bothered to bond with him, and his mum is so busy with all his younger siblings to care right now. My parents call all the time and we visit them every other week or so, but his parents haven't bothered to contact him
"just because" since we moved out a year and a half ago. I know he and his mum need to talk, but every time I call her to ask if she wants to hang out with him, she's like "Well, I have the other kids and a life, you know? I can't." If we go over there, his "dad" and "brother" ("dad's" kid who is technically hubby's second cousin) just make fun of him and act nasty the whole time. No wonder he's so screwed up in the head. Ugh, I can't deal with this.
The medicine isn't working, I need some real painkillers. I'll be hiding under a pile of heating pads.
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