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 Mom has been home a day now.  I got her out yesterday.  I wasn't sure if it was possible.  She had a low grade fever and then something happened with her IV.  Her doctor came in before 2 and told her that she was good to go.  I was tearful when I thought she wouldn't be able to come home.  I was happy to come get her and I didn't care I had to wait 2 hours with her.  I had my mom.

We never really do much of anything on the holiday but we have each other.  I saw my future on Sunday.  I know that there will be a day that it's just me and you know?  It sucks.  I don't know how to fix it.  There have been people who have come and gone.  Mostly gone.  

I think Cassie thought she was my emergency contact when life fell apart.  No, I thought she was a friend. I was never invited over to her home so what did I expect?  Even Corinne had her Easter dinner and everything.  I knew she knew about lonely holidays. I wasn't going to drag her down.  

I watched Bravo TV with Precious.  She snuggled next to me and comforted me while the tears ran down my face.  Maybe life will change for me that it won't always be like that.

When I left for the hospital, I let the group know why I was leaving. I didn't make it dire. I made it light hearted. 

As usual and as expected, the diva had to make a point today to ask about my mom online.  I warned her once about being too prying with people's personal lives. I didn't care and I didn't share what happened.  I thought spare me the fake concern.  I'm not buying it.  It's ok.  The Thinker thought that it was out of line.  I agree.  I also kind of wanted to remind people like the diva that some of us do have real life problems and we don't demand anything of anyone.  We don't act entitled.  We don't act like spoiled brats.  

People don't realize how lucky they are.  I do.

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