My sister is getting married in 15 days. I've got the dress, the shoes and the fishnets (almost wrote fish sticks). I just need a garter belt and a necklace.
My sister messaged me one day asking me if I could keep a secret. I lied and she told me that she was beginning to have second thoughts on marrying the bastard. But I guess she figured that she should just go ahead and just go on with it after paying for shit.
I'm glad and do not regret not wanting to help out my sister on her wedding stuff.
I won't be a maid of honor to someone who hasn't been much honorable to me.
I also found out that I won't be left alone with my mom after all. My sister is looking for a much bigger place. And I hope that I get my own room.
I have things on hold that I am ready to start on right away (tarot reading and my autobiography to name a few).
When my sister announced that I would be left alone with my mom to take care of her, I was lost and deathly afraid.
But now finding out that it's not the case anymore, I can breathe.
But knowing that, why am I still holding my breath and waiting for the absolute worst?
It's sad that I can never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever fucking EVER, rest and be certain.
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