I took Ernie to the groomer this morning and he looks great. But I bought some canned food for Hannah, in hopes that she would eat. But she hasn’t touched it. She has a weak, pained cry. She stumbled on the stair this morning when she caught her claw on the rug. I know she is not well and I am so sad. Wednesday I will call the vet. I’ll have money then. But she may not come home. It’s hard to go through this with no one to talk to.
I sort of went a little nuts last night, thinking about my ill-treatment and disrespect by Sabrina. I feel so bad that she hasn’t called me. I even feel angry with the girls, who don’t call except when they want me to do something like drive them around.
I was so angry, that I wished I were dead so maybe Sabrina and the girls would be sorry for the way they treated me. I know that is crazy behavior. But I am so sick of being disrespected and then asked to help with something. No one cares if I don’t feel well or if I’m lying dead somewhere. I am SO depressed. My house is a disaster. How am I going to survive this rejection?
I feel so alone and so sad. I don’t know what to do.