But it is impossible.
My mom's been having some weird pain in her stomach for sometime now, and every-time she has it she throws up.
First we thought she ate too much. Then we thought she ate something bad. Then we thought she had a virus. But now it has gone too far and we booked time with the doctor for next Wednesday.
I want to believe it is nothing serious. But deep in my head I think of the worse case scenario.
The last 3 years have been awfully cruel to me. Mother's final step in her Manic Depression. Then my father's cancer and eventual death. Then, just 7 months after father's death, my loving boyfriend of 9 years decided to leave me. Dick move. I know. But that's how he felt. Leading to an intense summer and a devastating fall.
Now things are looking up again. I am finding myself again. I am falling in love again. I am almost alive again. Not yet, not completely, but I am getting there.
The problem though is that after every fucking awful thing that happens to me, the moment things start to look up, something awful happens yet again.
Now, if something bad happens to my mother I don't know what I'll do.
I've had fucking ENOUGH!
I am tested, over and over again.
This time I don't know what I'd do ....
I am freaking out inside ... trying to cover it up ... trying to distract myself with people, places, music, tastes.
Mother called yesterday and told me: " I don't care if I get cancer and die. I just don't want to suffer"
I fucking freaked out. Father used to say this shit all the time. And what happened? He fucking suffered. He suffered unthinkable tortures and unimaginable pain!
So I screamed at my mother on the phone and told her to shut the fuck up. Then I felt guilty for yelling at her.
But man ... really ... I can't take it anymore. I will not stand another tragedy.
This is where I draw the fucking line.