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January 7th, 2004First Day of Spring 2004 Semester @ 10:31 pmCurrent Mood: ![]() Everything went pretty well. ![]() After school I went to work. It was basically hell. Mike and Gail had to take their 4 children to pre-op. Next week they are all getting their tonsils removed and the triplets are getting tubes put in their ears. We were extremely busy, and extremely short handed. Tiffany is still learning the register, so she is still kind of slow. I was serving. CeeCee was cooking. One person would order a grilled chicken sandwich. I would walk to the back (kitchen area) and tell CeeCee I needed a chicken sandwich. Then I would walk back out front and the next person would tell me they wanted a chicken sandwich. So I would have to walk back. (See a pattern yet?) This happened about 6 times. It was very aggravating, because people were getting impatient. We were all going as fast as we could, but it wasn't fast enough for the damn students. After work I went home. Mike picked me up at about 4:30 pm. We hung out for a little bit. I got my ring back from the jewellers. It fits now!! At about 8 pm Travis, his brother Ryan, Mike, and I were all bored and tried to find something to do. We decided to go to my house. All of you know that Mike isn't allowed here. I decided to make stand. I told everyone to wait in the car while I talked to my mom. I told her that Mike, Ryan and Travis were going to come in. Mom said "You know your dad doesn't want Mike here." So we had a little discussion about how I thought it was childish for my dad to act the way he does about Mike. Well mom wasn't budging so I said "I will just tell them to leave" and I burst out into tears. Not just tears, more like a waterfall of tears. So many tears that my brother had to hug me to calm me down. Finally I calmed down and Mom said they could come in until 10. That is when dad gets up for work. My parents just don't understand how much stress they cause me. They are the reason I am sick all the time. Too much stress can kill someone!! I am constantly giving people gas money, I have to plan for Mike to pick me up when Dad is asleep. Just knowing that my dad hates the man I love tears a big hole in my heart. And knowing that he hates him for no good reason rips it apart. I am always crying. I cry myself to sleep all the time. So I emailed him. ( the email ) I really do think I could benefit from seeing a therapist. It would be nice to talk to someone who is independent of the situation that would have an unbiased opinion. I could get so much stuff off my chest. Sigh. I really miss the days when Mike would come over and we would sit in my room and talk and watch TV and build web pages and look for Ford Probes on E-bay. Hopefully we will be able to have those days again soon. January 6th, 2004 |
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