I took the Albatross to her surgery, stayed until I talked to the doctor who said she came through with flying colors (I tried to hide my dissappointment) and that I couldn't see her for another three hours when they took her to her room and that she would be out of it the whole time. I didn't stick around after that. I'm not waiting three hours to be a bell hop and then have to drive home in rush hour traffic.
Needless to say, she spread the word that I practically dropped her at the door and took off, didn't even wait until she was in surgery. Now I wish I had done just that. Next time she needs a lift anywhere she can call a cab for all I care.
I'm just sorry that this will probably put more pressure on my bro & sis in law. They mean the world to me and I've waited so long to finally have a positive relationship with my brother that I hope and pray they will forgive me. I just can't deal with the lies and drama anymore. I've never been able to make that woman happy or proud of me. I tried for so many years, wasted years. Even as a kid, I remember her yelling at me because I didn't do my chores to her liking. It got to the point where I wouldn't do them at all because I knew either way I was going to get yelled at. Screw her and the little crazy train she rode in on.
On to happier notes:
I have set up the secondary city inspection for next door and am interviewing a real estate agent tomorrow.
I was told by Beqi (my sewing mentor) that I did a good job on my purses.
I distracted an old man with my glittery skull shirt.
I started on a promised knitting project.
I helped a friend in need. Praying for you girl, even though you don't believe in that sort of stuff.
See, I'm not so evil despite the rumors.