Just got back from the vet because Diomedes throws up every time he goes #2 in the litter box (which is also messier than usual). Another $200 later, including an x-ray and meds, and I just don't fucking know what to do. I can't afford this. I just got put on fucking income assistant. I had to put everything on my credit card and God fucking knows when I'll be able to pay it all off.
I had a breakdown on the way home because I knew - I FUCKING KNEW - Dad would be on my case about this. Because one a banker, always a banker, only seeing dollar signs, just like that's all he sees when he looks at his own goddamn son. And sure enough, as soon as I walked in the door, he was on me about it because he's a nosy fucking bastard who can't keep his nose out of anything. He doesn't care that Diomedes is the one true friend I've had in 13 years. The one constant in my life while I went through Hell.
I had a breakdown on the way home because I knew - I FUCKING KNEW - Dad would be on my case about this. Because one a banker, always a banker, only seeing dollar signs, just like that's all he sees when he looks at his own goddamn son. And sure enough, as soon as I walked in the door, he was on me about it because he's a nosy fucking bastard who can't keep his nose out of anything. He doesn't care that Diomedes is the one true friend I've had in 13 years. The one constant in my life while I went through Hell.