My Uptdate (grandfather, apartment, etc)
So much has happened in the past few weeks. First off, thank you all for your prayers & hugs when I posted the news of my grandfather having cancer. I really appreciate it. FH and I went to see him after his diagnosis and he looks well. He went for a CAT scan a few days after to see if the cancer spread. As of now, I don't know the results. His course of treatment will be radiation, but he'll do that after the wedding. Until the wedding, he'll have blood transfusions as needed and have his blood count checked.
Yesterday was a very emotional day. Lots of things happening all at once and I was having a few meltdowns at work. I've been getting pretty po'd will FH because of his lack of support in regards to planning the wedding. Everyone has told me that guys aren't into the planning. Ok, so be it. It just erked me that when FH see that's I'm upset regarding the planning and everyone coming to me with their questions that sometimes I don't have the answers for, he doesn't do anything to try and make me feel better. At least ask me if there is anything that he could do, like make calls or whatever. Even if he can't just say it to make me feel better to show me that you freakin care. That was my first meltdown yesterday.
My second came when my mother called to tell me that her and my dad were in a car accident when he was driving her to work. Traffic was crazy on the LIE, so he got off at Utopia Pkwy and when he made a complete stop, a 18 wheeler Mack truck, hit them from behind because the truck driver broke too late. Thank god my parents are alright, just banged up and really sore. The trunk is in the back seat. If I was sitting in the back, I would either be paralyzed or dead. Even when my mom told me that they were ok, I just sobbed.. At least my mom can joke about it. She's been saying that she feels like she got hit by a truck and I said, yeah mom because you did get hit by a truck.
Then last night, FH and I got our apartment. We paid our deposit it and tonight he's picking up the keys. We'll be able to move some stuff in this weekend, but now he's starting to complain that now we have to spend more money on furniture. I can't catch a friggin break to save my life with him. Last week he tells me that his mom isn't thrilled about the apartment because its a 3rd floor walk up with no elevator.
I told him that with all do respect, she doesn't have to live here, we do. As long as we like it and can afford it, then it doesn't matter. Maybe it's a sign that she won't be over that often
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So that's my mini update.
Yesterday was a very emotional day. Lots of things happening all at once and I was having a few meltdowns at work. I've been getting pretty po'd will FH because of his lack of support in regards to planning the wedding. Everyone has told me that guys aren't into the planning. Ok, so be it. It just erked me that when FH see that's I'm upset regarding the planning and everyone coming to me with their questions that sometimes I don't have the answers for, he doesn't do anything to try and make me feel better. At least ask me if there is anything that he could do, like make calls or whatever. Even if he can't just say it to make me feel better to show me that you freakin care. That was my first meltdown yesterday.
My second came when my mother called to tell me that her and my dad were in a car accident when he was driving her to work. Traffic was crazy on the LIE, so he got off at Utopia Pkwy and when he made a complete stop, a 18 wheeler Mack truck, hit them from behind because the truck driver broke too late. Thank god my parents are alright, just banged up and really sore. The trunk is in the back seat. If I was sitting in the back, I would either be paralyzed or dead. Even when my mom told me that they were ok, I just sobbed.. At least my mom can joke about it. She's been saying that she feels like she got hit by a truck and I said, yeah mom because you did get hit by a truck.
Then last night, FH and I got our apartment. We paid our deposit it and tonight he's picking up the keys. We'll be able to move some stuff in this weekend, but now he's starting to complain that now we have to spend more money on furniture. I can't catch a friggin break to save my life with him. Last week he tells me that his mom isn't thrilled about the apartment because its a 3rd floor walk up with no elevator.
I told him that with all do respect, she doesn't have to live here, we do. As long as we like it and can afford it, then it doesn't matter. Maybe it's a sign that she won't be over that often
So that's my mini update.
