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Wow...Let's see. 10 pm last night, drive 100 miles, pay $1200 dollars to vet, get no sleep. 7am, drive home. Talk to vet 2x, 2nd time, kitten is dying. Let them put kitten to sleep.
Exhausted, go to class from 2-3, and then 4-6:30. Brother is calling all night looking for the Ex and Mom's car. He calls the Ex's GF, she doesn't know where he is. Text with her, we're concerned. Very pleasant though.
So fucking tired, haven't eaten since yesterday morning.
20 minutes ago, answer the phone. It's the Ex. SCREAMING at me, calling me a psycho, swearing at me every other word, telling me to fuck off, etc.
Um, :wtf:
I give up. I'm not checking my email for a week. I'm just...done. I'm going to drown myself in work/school and forget that any of this happened, and hopefully my week will end with a new rescue kitty coming home.
DONE. Stress level reached. Wow. People are f'd up.
PS- I only wanted him to bring the car home so my brother could pick up the baby kitty and take her home and bury her. :(
/vent over.
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