Friday Nights

Fright Day Nights As I Call Them

It seems as though Fridays are the very worst for me since all this shit went down. Most other days, I work out and focus on getting really healthy again. But then...there is FRIGHTDAY night all alone and I lose my freaking mind. This last one, I did not want to burden my friends who have had to listen to my shit for the last three weeks. So in my drunken state, I called my sister.

You see, her situation was MUCH worse than mine. She lived with this guy for TEN freaking years. Just SIX days before the "incident" I sat in their living room while he professed his love for her, his contentment and the fact that they were going to have kids together....you know the whole shabang. Then, there was a piece of mail that came in confirming his home purchase in a neighboring city - yes, she opened it.

So it seems he was moving out with NO FUCKING warning ...nothing...all was well so we all thought. How my courageous baby sister survived this devastating blow I will never know.

So, I say to her..."How in the hell can we live with and love someone and figure out we never even knew them at all?"

I admitted that I was getting hammer in Vodka Land and smoking 5000 cigarettes (which she HATES) just to get by. I then said, "If I get suicidal like this again, may I call you any time of the day or night?"

Long Pause on her end ...."NO!"

Another long pause and then I heard it....the maniacal, sadistic, throaty laugh emanating from the core of her soul. She was laughing so hard that I then had to laugh as well and I called her as many nasty, dirty names I could draw from my foggy brain. She said, "See there, I have made you laugh." I later text paged every insult I could think of and she assured me that my flattery would get me nowhere at all.

So, not only do I have a Smarty Pants Brother, I have an equally Smarty Ass sister and God love them....through them I will survive.

So....when I'm feeling suicidal, I must do this between the hours of 7 to 10 p.m. Rules set....she needs her beauty sleep. What a lucky angry lesbian I am.

The VERY lucky Angry Lesbian

11/20/05