Im currently sitting with my boyfriend awaiting the arrival of my new foster family. The woman's name is Mrs.Arvay and her son, Micheal, will be coming to get me soon. I packed everything I have to my name (which can all be fitted into one suitcase and a backpack, the result of moving 15 times. Not even kidding, this is my 15th move.). She lives 30 mins from David and the school and needless to say Im nervous.
So many what-if's come into my mind. What if she is really strict and not understanding? What if she refuses to get me therapy and my meds? What if her son doesnt like me? What if things dont work out? What if what if what if. Im going to have a hard time sleeping without David again. Im hoping to get a laptop soon and be able to not have it taken this time.
Ive had a good time here with David, though we have been arguing alot recently. I think its from stress and his medication that helps his aggitation isnt working. But its also the fact that we are both prideful, joined in with the fact that its hard for me to just drop my anger. I really hate this about myself, it leads to fights and frustration.
Well Im off to try and get some drawing done.
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