The cat was, in fact, a female. Not Bruce. But I'm finding that he is a pretty normal looking cat, which doesn't really help me at all. Since I haven't been able to find him, I feel like someone has probably taken him in and their kid fell in love with Bruce-cat, and they don't want to give him up, even though there's a poster with his picture on it on their front door. Aboo. It hurts my feelings less than thinking he's hiding, freezing, and hungry outside. Or worse, dead.
Anyway, this week was horrid, and I won't go into a lot of detail. It's weird how I don't realize how raw my emotions really are until I'm stressed again. Big time stressed.
It sucks to be judged by someone you've never judged. It also sucks to watch someone extremely wholesome and awesome be brought down while his/her incredible reputation fades. I hate not being able to fix something (particularly this one thing), and anything I do just makes me look bad... well, at least to one person. I hate, hate, hate feeling like I'm losing a really good friend over something she didn't cause. All that aside, this last week, and especially yesterday, made me feel like maybe I SHOULDN'T be the only family member not on some sort of anti-anxiety med.
On a better note, I got to hang out with my incredibly cute niece and nephew today, and tomorrow I get to hang out with my other nephews. Thank God for non-dramatic people.
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