The end of a long weekend. I didn’t have much happen, I’m not one of those cottage weekender types, but I did go see my aunt who took me shopping at Artizia,which she calls “the girls who like to photograph their butts store”, from which she had been given a gift card but couldn’t find anything an 85-year-old should wear, so offered it to me. There wasn’t a lot for a 48-year-old either (seriously nearly everything in there was size extra small, and I’m pretty bountifully hootered), but I did manage to find a dress and some leggings so those are things I’ll use and that’s fine. Then she and I sat and talked about what rotted monsters her two sisters (one of whom is my mother) are because they have really ramped up their garbage behaviour over something stupid but it’s upsetting my aunt, so she and I talked over what borderline personality disorder is like for families and how both of her sisters having BPD will have a long term effect in that they’ll do anything to make trouble no matter what it might cost them. And we talked about how sad that was and how dangerous they are. And I’m left with a lot of lingering sadness over this today, I wound up crying over some sad podcast I listened to and a TV show, the contents of both certainly warranted getting wet eyes a little bit, but I cried openly even at the happiest parts. I think I’m grieving.
The end of a long weekend. I didn’t have much happen, I’m not one of those cottage weekender types, but I did go see my aunt who took me shopping at Artizia,which she calls “the girls who like to photograph their butts store”, from which she had been given a gift card but couldn’t find anything an 85-year-old should wear, so offered it to me. There wasn’t a lot for a 48-year-old either (seriously nearly everything in there was size extra small, and I’m pretty bountifully hootered), but I did manage to find a dress and some leggings so those are things I’ll use and that’s fine. Then she and I sat and talked about what rotted monsters her two sisters (one of whom is my mother) are because they have really ramped up their garbage behaviour over something stupid but it’s upsetting my aunt, so she and I talked over what borderline personality disorder is like for families and how both of her sisters having BPD will have a long term effect in that they’ll do anything to make trouble no matter what it might cost them. And we talked about how sad that was and how dangerous they are. And I’m left with a lot of lingering sadness over this today, I wound up crying over some sad podcast I listened to and a TV show, the contents of both certainly warranted getting wet eyes a little bit, but I cried openly even at the happiest parts. I think I’m grieving.