Just an afternoon ramble

I decided to go home from my parents house a day early. I was kinda stressing out and being there was triggering me because my dad was acting like a dick.
He was moody, and angry, and blowing up at me and mom for every little thing. I dont deserve that, and I dont have to stay there in the situation. So I upped and took myself out of it.
Mom came to my house with me and she stayed for a few hours. It was nice. She helped me put away all of my groceries and other items, she cleaned my yard, she washed dishes, and did a couple other odds and ends for me.
She went home around 5 PM! And since then I’ve been just reading, texting some friends, and watching the tv.
I’m so looking forward to monday, when we’ll get back to normal. All my days are mixed up. I have been feeling so confused, I did not think today seemed like saturday, and yesterday didnt feel like Friday either. It just doesnt feel like the weekend. I’m seriously looking forward to it being Monday so I can have therapy, and get my head in some sorta normal headspace about what day it is.
Mom and my sister are both coming over in the afternoon tomorrow, they’re going to bring me dinner, and spend a couple hours here. I’ll be looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow morning, if I can, that is.

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

12 thoughts on “Just an afternoon ramble”

      1. So true Rebecca, you are so right they do. I’m glad I can set a Boundry. I just wish things weren’t so hard with him but you know there’s nothing I can do if he won’t help himself then really it’s not my problem

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