I don’t think people realize what an illness and major catastrophic health problem can do to a relationship that is not a marriage. It seems that people always think that they have been through more than you because they simply had to watch you suffer. Granted, I am not taking away the points earned for sticking around through major surgeries and this whole life/death thing. But I think people inherently are selfish and have no clue as to what having to wake up with that reality and watch your own flesh and bone go through these experiences really does. I am fairly sure that most everyone is concerned only with what they might be experiencing at a given time, and any thought to another person is a mere afterthought.

Lately I have been going through my own hells, of course. It seems as if the chain of communication with pretty much everyone is kinked, if not severed entirely. It is pretty sad when you think about it. I am always the person people say is really easy to talk to, really easy to get along with and confide to. But it seems as if the most obvious places where that would be are lacking. I have become pretty accustomed to the fact that shutting my mouth is sometimes the only solution, or rather the one thing that does not aggravate the situation any further.

I am not good at shutting up and censoring my emotions to accommodate someone else’s issue though. I pretty much say what is on my mind at all times, something that has been fucking me up quite a bit lately.

Note to self* fighting is not making you feel any better.

But on a side note, I am getting used to things exploding and blowing up in my face. It’s pretty awesome when that whole mantra of expect the worst, hope for the best, seems to fit everything so nicely.