Wednesday night, Mom called. She got all her paperwork and stuff for her surgery at the beginning of October. I know I should be happy for her. I told her congrats. I got off the phone and cried unconsolably for a couple of hours. I want to be happy for her, but this was my thing first!! I was the one who wanted it! But, because I work for the state and she works for the federal government, she gets to go so much earlier than I do. By the time I even get my surgery she will most likey have lost at least 50 lbs. She will be thinner and I won't! I understand I'm being a brat. And I try to look at the bright side and I try to be happy for her, but it hurts! She only went to the information session to see what I was getting into. She didn't even finish her paperwork for the information session until after the session because she said she wasn't going to get the surgery. I convinced her that she wasn't too old to change her life...
Ok! I'll shut my bratty mouth now!
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