I'm having a pity party for one this afternoon.
Trying to get my head around the fact I have cancer, dealing with all of the endless waiting for tests which just lead to more tests.
Trying to stay positive because apparently 'I've got this' and I'm a 'tough cookie'.
Watching DD2 pack to go back to uni tomorrow 😞
I know I'm lucky to have people around me but sometimes that's the loneliest place to be.
I've been ghosting my best friend all week to the extent she started messaging my DDs to see if I was ok.
I'm tired of saying that I'm fine with it all.
If I'm down DH will ask 'what's wrong'. If I'm not the life and sole my DDs ask if I'm ok.
Of course I'm not you fucking idiots.
I have cancer!!!!!
Obviously I don't say that.
But everyone is used to me being in control, being the one they can turn to when their lives turn to shit.
So I find myself with an hour to myself while DD1 is at work , DD2!has gone out with her bestie to say goodbye and DH is not home yet.
The house is empty and I'm crying, playing crappy sad music on Alexa.
I don't have to smile and pretend I'm ok.
For just half an hour I'm gonna neck back a glass of wine, cry and say 'fuck the world'.