Today was a mixture of good and bad. Bad; being woken up by my mother after another almost sleepless night. Good; finding a necklace I’ve been eyeing up for a while had been reduced to half price. Bad; forgetting to pick my antidepressant prescription up. Good; S called me, just to say hello. Bad; stuffing my face with cake. Good; the Metformin I’ve been on for three days (to counteract the PCOS symptoms) has given me an upset stomach, so I’m still going to lose a small amount of weight. Bad; listening to my mother arguing with my sister (W) on the ‘phone about my stepfather’s ashes.
He died over a year ago, and the family is still torn apart over it. Why can’t they understand that he’s not contained in those ashes; that wherever he is, won’t be where it’s decided to put them? We’ve lost enough over the years, why do we need to fall out over something like this?