Thursday, March 3, 2011
Whiney whiney BITCH PANTS
I'm really in a self pitying mood lately.
It's my upcoming birthday/ big news of if this cycle turned out well or not. I think.
Or it could just be that I feel like throwing a temper tantrum single every day.
I'm scared that finding out the results of the pregnancy test will make me spiral down into a deeper sadness over the bad luck and unpleasantness that seems to follow me through out my life lately.
It's like no matter how hard I try, things SUCK and will continue SUCKING for... an indefinate amount of time.
I'm sorry that I'm being such a whiner but I have really had it.
This birthday (and year) was supposed to be the year of ME.
Now all special plans and mentions of magical fun times have been swallowed into my family's typical obsession with all things depressing & sad.
My grandma being in hospital is the icing on the cake - we spent much of last year in hospitals & palliative care wards with my uncle. Our family really needs a break. We were going to take a cruise together (ALL of us, which has NEVER happened, and D has never even left our home province!) but... that's cancelled now. (Don't misconstrue this, I love my grandma and am so sad about the state of her health. I don't want to abandon her in her time of need, and same goes for my Dad (it's his mother). I guess I'm just being selfish when I say "when will it be time for GOOD TIMES???"
Seems like the last several years have just been full of shit.
But, the thing that's making me the MOST upset is that my parents signed me up for that presentation (about a Slovak writer who was deeply affected by the loss of his family through the Holocaust) that I've been complaining on twitter about for weeks. They didn't even really ask me. And it's going to take up most of my birthday weekend, and prevents me & D from being able to go anywhere. And it's such a depressing topic to make matters even worse. Every play or poetry reading that my parents are involved in is always about death. Talk about morbid!
My birthdays in the last 10 years have been full of tears, lonlieness & aggravation. I was really hoping that for my dirty 30 things would be better.
Doesn't look like it.
I'm still trying to hold out a bit of hope for a BFP but the bigger part of me is telling my hopeful part to not get too excited.
I'm just not a fairy tale ending kind of girl.