When it rains….

So the day was going ok…work was fine…all was good. Got home..was here a couple hours..J is all sad cause her bf is being a dick..blah blah blah. Then the phone rings…she answers…like two minutes later she looks at me and tells me to take her son inside NOW. oh hell..

Seems her ex (well not officially ex husband yet) and her son’s dad decided to hang himself today — he is dead. She was flipping out….went over to his mom’s. I took her son and dropped him off at grandpa’s. Picked up N from work and took him home. Came home. luckily a mutual friend of ours was here so she wasn’t alone.

Anywho so she was bawling when I got here…he didn’t know what to do. I gave her a long hug…got her back to level. She had some vodka, some wacky weed and she was better..she is still going between crying, being pissed and laughing her ass off.

He didn’t leave a note — that is fucking with her. Nothing to tell his son good bye…nothing. She is flipping out about what to tell her son. I’m like he’s 4. Tell him daddy went to live with Jesus (he goes to a Christian school so he gets that). The funeral is apparently Friday and he has to go…but she hasn’t told him yet…she need to get a grasp on it before she can deal with his meltdowns.

And to top it off her bf was supposed to come over last night and didn’t show. He apologized but no good explanation. I called him tonight to tell him what happened and that he needed to call her. He said he couldn’t talk but he would text her and call her later. So he apparently sent a message saying he was confused or some shit. So she feels like she lost her ex (which she has loved since she was 13) and he bf on the same day. wtf. if you cared about someone and her friend, who you don’t talk to and have never gotten a call from, called and told you that shit, wouldn’t you at least call her? He is a dick and this night just settled that for me.

So now she is on the kick of she is going to be alone forever. her son is going to grow up and leave and she will be alone….yes I get to go through this again. This girl is a lot of work.

And of course this all happens when I have my frickin lasik tomorrow. she is supposed to pick me up – honestly I don’t trust her to be sober enough to do it. I think I will have her step-mom pick me up.