I haven’t had a girls night – a proper girls night – since I
was in my twenties. Of course, I’ve never maintained friendships very long
because they either die or move on. But when I did, I enjoyed the occasional
night of wine and ranting. Sometimes living the stereotype is just fun.
There was one woman, Emma, who persisted especially long.
She was extremely outspoken and tended to get very touchy when she was drunk
but there was something about her that I found endearing. Perhaps it was her
brutal honesty but she’s one who I never – or rarely – thought about killing.
That was a startling realization. Since I began my murder spree, I’m
continuously looking for a new people to kill and who better than your friends
when you’re in need of a boost? Another reason why my friends never last long;
why would I invest in a relationship I’m seeking to end?
Heather was another rare exception wherein I imagined her
death on almost a weekly basis but she wormed her way into my heart and now she’s
too valuable to kill. I mention this because Heather asked me out for drinks “like
old times” as if we’ve been going out forever – and that it’s been such a long
time since we’ve seen each other. Regardless, I said yes. At this point, I am
so anxious for everything to turn transition back to something normal.
On a side note, I am officially a mass murderer hunted by
the local police – soon to be federal case, so my husband says. I hate being
sought after because it means I need to be unreasonably careful. Not that I’ve
gotten many opportunities to kill this week. It’s slowly getting noisier in my
house and I can finally breathe.
Jason is starting therapy next week. I may not agree with
his decision but I’ll be damned if I don’t support my son in his endeavors. Heather
and I went out for drinks on Friday and it was fine. Just fine. Nothing crazy
happened and no secrets were revealed. I got her caught up on work gossip, told
her about the mousey new temp and encouraged her to come in to as many normal
business hours as she could muster so that her
end of med leave wouldn’t be such a shock. So far she’s driven into work
with me on Monday and Tuesday and I have hope for today. She’s getting better,
Jason’s getting better, I’m…fine.
I know some of you have been wondering about my sister’s
birthday dinner last week. I’d say it deserves its own update but I really don’t
want to talk about it.
…
She didn’t fucking show up!
I set up this dinner, arranged it with her PO and
emotionally prepared everyone in the house for any eventuality and she didn’t
even show up.
“Oops. I forgot.”
She’s the one who asked for this dinner.
I can’t stand her some days – most days. I’m apparently
still frustrated at something I should have already known. My sister is an
extremely selfish person.
I can’t completely cut myself off from her – she’s my sister
– but I can be frustrated.
So I’m frustrated.
And now I’m frustrated for the day ahead because I’ve been
talking about the people in my life.
I wonder what ever happened to Emma?
As always, dear readers,
Stay Safe
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