Shrink's mom is doing much better now. After weeks of not knowing how it would all turn out, she had been moved out of ICU and has even begun therapy to help her get back to a normalish life. And Shrink, for reasons I do not yet know, has decided to have her mother move in with her and Geek during her recovery.
I'm sorry, what now?
Don't get me wrong, I understand Shrink's desire to help her mother during this difficult period, but I'm weary of the stress it will add to her relationship. Since her mother has been in the hospital, Shrink has been doing less than stellar; moody, sad, wanting to live under a rock for a few years. She has pretty much, until just recently, locked herself away from the general public, only coming out for small bits of fresh air and beer.
Just a few weeks ago, I met up with Shrink and Geek for said air and beer and within twenty minutes, Shrink was out of there. Didn't really feel like it, she said. Too damn angry at the world.
Geek and I stayed out, at Shrink's request, and ended up enjoying ourselves. Too bad Shrink left; she might've actually had some fun.
But back to mommy comes home.
Shrink's mom is a demanding person, but who isn't these days. My only issue is what issues will arise because of the twenty-four-seven the three of them will spend together? Shrink and mom are known for their arguments (they can get pretty ugly) and I'm afraid Geek will be pulled in the middle. Click. Click. Boom?
Shrink worries, not stop lately, about her mother so part of me understands why she would want her in the same house as her. Then again, her mother lives right next door. That right there confuses the fuck out of me.
I'd understand more about this, but every time I call, I get the fuck you button pushed and my call gets straight to voicemail. Not fun. I've stopped calling. After all, if the only response I get is ignore, why bother, right? I figure she will call when she wants to talk. I'll answer. Just like I've been doing for "friend" the past few months.
Don't claim its harsh. Its a simple fix to what could be an irritating reality. Plus, it keeps me from getting any kind of angry over the sitch while I remind myself that she's n a really shit place right not and needs a whole hell of a lot of leeway.
Even Harry Potter couldn't get her up, and she's obsessed with those books and movies (to the point that when there's a difference between book and film, she'll point it out with a righteous fury). Maybe with mom doing so much better, she won't shy away from fun the way a vampire hides from sunlight and her mopeyness will break and she'll be happyish for a change.
Am I reaching too high here? Shit, I hope not.
In other news, Six is still a bit bitter about what went down with Nine. Strange, I know, considering how Six was sinning with Anarchy and company while Nine acted as though he didn't exist. But bitter is still the pick of the day.
Maybe it was the whole taken for granted thing attitude that Nine had leading up to the unceremonious dumping that occurred. Maybe it was how Nine claimed (what Six sees as) uber-pathetic reasons for a split. After all, it’s not like Nine knew about the affair. If he did, I would have known it, and y'all would be reading a far different column.
For the record, Nine was always a bit too self-involved. While a few of Six's friends liked him, none really complained when the adultery began. Nine ignored Six, treating him more like a hood ornament than a boyfriend. And while the physical-based relationship worked for dear Six, once the sex was gone, so was his only hold to monogamy.
I understand, at least a part of, Six's anger. I felt, and to a small extent still feel, pissed the fuck off. Its like, really, you're dumping me? But I'm so... me! Followed by many, many cruel things that would come across as conceited. Nah, just truthful, really. But for the most part, I've moved beyond that bullshit email my idiot of a loser ex-fuck sent me. No good, lousy in the sack, friendless piece of shit. I can’t believe I wasted how many months sharing a bed with that! Really, no more raging anger. Just good to vent. Makes for fun reading, no?
The Boy understands it too, though for different reasons. While he and Sawyer are still “working it out” in a technical sense (nothing has really been done to repair anything but neither side of claimed they give up), The Boy continues to be weary of anything Sawyer does or says. Might change; The Boy is hopeful it will. But who knows. This right here is probably the only relationship that no one has any idea on what may happen, not even the two poor souls involved. Yea, bated breath for those of us on the outside looking in.
Does is seem that, lately, everything just sucks?
And there’s really not much anyone can do for anyone else except wait, be patient, and be there when needed. Life sure knows how to kick ya in the sac (or ovaries as the case may be), don’t it? And here we go, back into the world that just sucks in all the wrong ways.
Enjoy your stay.