My step mom has some mental and emotional issues, and has for some reason targeted me for her viciousness and slander.
That started most of the "me going missing".
I fled to Flight Rising. It is in fact a poor coping mechanism. Called Avoidance. It's either that or I get aggressive. I have since sought more professional help.
Now my father has what the doctors claim as cancer. The biopsy will be done on Thursday and we should have more information by the weekend, or at least that next Monday.
I may have to suddenly move, and do not have the money to do so.
Or I may have to seek legal action to be the caretaker of my father until he passes.
Or..... Goodness only knows.
If folks want to help me monetarily I won't say no. However, all I want is for my daddy to be ok. I want the hurting to stop. I want peace of mind and soul.
I'm done. Poke me with a fork.
Any art owed will be finished, but I don't know when. I have to prepare for FAUnited as well - its the one thing I look forward to these days, fur cons where I can see my friends and forget for a little while how horrible the world really is out there.
A part of me dies slowly as I wait for more information.
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Peace.
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08 Jun 2014 23:46 CEST
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