I had to give my DOG to my mom.
First of all, I only live at home half the time now because I’m living at my sister’s. I need to be there to take care of her house and three kids in order for Mike, her husband to complete his tandem stem cell transplants.
I see my own child every other weekend. My house is on it’s way to being done, and I won’t be able to live in it. My car is breaking down.
NOW I HAVE NO DOG! I rescued her from my MOTHER’S house in the first place because her other dog was basically eating her. Ray-la would attack Lucy out of nowhere. SO I did what any good auntie would do and took Lucy for our own.
Lucy does not do well alone. We rescued her from people who abused her, so she is a bit traumatized.
I wanted to have a baby. NOPE..NOPE, now I need a hysterectomy. No baby and no dog. I bet my husband is REALLY HAPPY with me.
My husband cries, ACTUALLY cries when he sees Lucy’s little sweaters and her collar. I on the other hand feel a sense of relief. She did not do well at my sister’s, and now with Mike’s lowered immune system, she just can’t be there.
I think he is mad at me. Giving a man’s dog away is not cool on so many levels. I mean, sure we talked and he says he understands, but I know he is hurt.
I don’t know what to do. We can take her on the weekends. I just wonder if that would be harder than just letting my mom have her. She is happy there and even the cat likes her. Our cats try to mess with her head every chance they get.
So, now, no dog, no house, family on hold. Not really a country song, more like I’m just whining.
Sorry. It just hurts.
He left for work and didn’t seem happy at all. Barely said two words to me. Is it the dog? Am I just being sensitive? I am being a girl. I AM A GIRL, and this girl has WAAAY too much on her plate. Everything seems like a big deal. Must be those hormones they are giving me.
I responded to a nice woman who’s NAME IS JENN WITH 2 N’S. Do you think I put 2 N’s in her name when I responded to her???!! NOOOO!! I saw that this morning and felt horrible. She said it was ok, everybody does that. I’m NOT everybody. Some detective I am..I apologized to her this morning. When you spell someone’s name wrong, especially when it’s STARING YOU IN THE FACE, it feels bad for the person. Like they aren’t important.
Well, Jenn, you are important. I was just to ADD and busy trying to help. Some help..huh?
Take Care All. Guess I’m at the end of my rope..
Here’s my saint of a husband and Lucy..he called her his “Puppin.” I feel like I’m going straight to ..well, you know.