...BC and I had a 'discussion' about the crazy new to me (because I was left out of the loop-de-loop) X's (his, not mine) visitation schedule for the rest of the summer. Imagine if Fun Houses had roller coasters. One neat detail that got added to the fun was one kid gets picked up at the house and taken to Lagoon (amusement park we can't afford to go to) then dropped back off to rub it in the other ones face. So apparently we did enough talking last night that we aren't exactly talking today and that would then be a great time to develop a clot in my leg. Grrrrrr.
This is that karma thing, not that I was in the wrong, cause I wasn't, it reads more like this: Sweet Misty Brown, if you want to try and stand up for yourself the universe will be more than happy to show you to a seat on the floor.
I got all the medical part of this handled so please don't bitch at me about this. When I can't literal run from my emotion I become like every other girl...I'm warning you don't make me cry.
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