I hate my life.
A kid on Max’s bus leaned over and spoke to me this morning telling me Max spits on all of them everyday. So what do I say to that? “Try living here and getting kicked and punched and squeezed by him everyday”?
I know the old seizure meds have yet to leave his system, and maybe that’s all this is, but therapy went horribly and the ride home from therapy, worse.
The only good things right now? The woman I talk to on my game who has an autistic son says she considers me her best friend. :D That’s pretty cool. My character also has a young man in love with her (just in the game – he’s seriously just a teen but he knows I’m an old lady with an husband and kids and he says we’re just role playing characters) so I do get virtual hugs when I need them and that’s nice.
In real life though, I have yet to spend the Amazon $$$ from Nathan because I can’t decide what item I want/need more. I’ll figure it out. The rest of the money I put on my game. I’m sorry, but right now, the game is what keeps me going. Real life is just too damned depressing. I know it’s a phase and that eventually I’ll get tired of it and quit, but right now I really need this break from reality.