I had a bad weekend. A terrible weekend. A weekend that was 50x worse than my hideously horrible birthday. I'm kind of amazed that I was able to cope at all, to be honest. I am hoping things will be better. For now, I just have to bide my time. I found out this weekend the true measure of friendship and support I have around me. My sisters were both there for me, even the one I don't get along with; and my friends circled the wagons, and supported me throughout the horribleness.
I appreciate them all so much. No matter how things pan out from this point on; I know that no matter what, I won't fall without someone there to reach for me. That is a good feeling. A safe feeling.
I love my sisters.
I love my friends.