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No, I don't mind. Like it makes a difference.
Posted November 27th 2010 at 07:25 PM by LlamaLlamaDuck
I am getting so sick of my family. One aunt is just steamrolling everything and taking over and doing everything the way she wants it. The other is standing by her.
Another aunt is just going to kick off and create drama by the sounds of it at the funeral.
I’m so sick of this week. Seriously.
I spent maybe an hour and a half or two hours typing up an order of service, making sure the text fitted, editing a nice picture and making sure it all looked good.
Dad fixed some of the formatting that I did wrong and then stayed at his work past 8 to print it and photocopy over 100 of them. Now because the priest doesn’t like one of the hymns and there’s a spelling mistake my dad’s computer didn’t pick up on, my aunt has decided that they all have to be redone and she’s getting someone else to reprint them. Mum tried to explain that me and dad spent hours on them and were told they were very good and they wouldn’t be changed much, they just needed to take out the hymn we’re not doing, change the spelling and fix the columns that the page is in. They’re just not listening to anyone else.
I get that it’s a stressful time, I know that. But it’d really help if they’d take other people into consideration. We are ALL struggling and we ALL miss him. Not just them.
Truth is, I’m not dealing with it. Most of the time I’m not capable of emotion. No happy, no sad, no angry, no nothing. I feel so heartless.
And then, nights like this, the smallest thing can happen and I’ll just start crying and not be able to stop.
Seriously wondering what the point in even trying is.
Oh wait, because if I’m anything less than happy, they corner me and start lecturing me on talking to them if something’s wrong and making me feel even worse. Right
Another aunt is just going to kick off and create drama by the sounds of it at the funeral.
I’m so sick of this week. Seriously.
I spent maybe an hour and a half or two hours typing up an order of service, making sure the text fitted, editing a nice picture and making sure it all looked good.
Dad fixed some of the formatting that I did wrong and then stayed at his work past 8 to print it and photocopy over 100 of them. Now because the priest doesn’t like one of the hymns and there’s a spelling mistake my dad’s computer didn’t pick up on, my aunt has decided that they all have to be redone and she’s getting someone else to reprint them. Mum tried to explain that me and dad spent hours on them and were told they were very good and they wouldn’t be changed much, they just needed to take out the hymn we’re not doing, change the spelling and fix the columns that the page is in. They’re just not listening to anyone else.
I get that it’s a stressful time, I know that. But it’d really help if they’d take other people into consideration. We are ALL struggling and we ALL miss him. Not just them.
Truth is, I’m not dealing with it. Most of the time I’m not capable of emotion. No happy, no sad, no angry, no nothing. I feel so heartless.
And then, nights like this, the smallest thing can happen and I’ll just start crying and not be able to stop.
Seriously wondering what the point in even trying is.
Oh wait, because if I’m anything less than happy, they corner me and start lecturing me on talking to them if something’s wrong and making me feel even worse. Right
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I love you, and I'm here for you. Sorry to hear about the hassle, I know how you feel. Stay safe and keep fighting <3Posted November 27th 2010 at 07:42 PM by Nomophobia
