so my stepfather's case was accepted by Hospice. They're delivering a hospital bed to the house today and as soon as the pain killers have been ordered (he is allergic to morphine so the stuff he can take needs to be special ordrered) he will come home and we'll keep him comfortable until the end. We're also entitled to in home nursing aid so that will be a big help since we are in no way trained professionals.
I'm not really sure what else to say. I started the semester, and I spent the weekend at my dad's house.
They want me to come back to help my aunt clean up her basement in like two weeks. I know they get what's going on but it seems like they think I can just come and go from home easily. I can't. I'm the one who is unemployed right now and ends up watching Rich because everyone has to work. I'm stuck on campus for seven or nine hours a day on Tuesday and Thursday respectively, and on my days off I am by default the one who sits at home and can't go out because Rich cannot be left alone.
So yeah, that's a little rant there.
I'll post again soon. I know I forgot to post about the concert with Marc... It was fine until he realized I still have feelings for him. I don't know what to do with that, it's not like I'm holding to all these feelings on purpose. I just know my heart cannot let go no matter how much I tell it to. He's not worth all this stress, and my brain knows that. I'm so conflicted, I really feel that I hate myself for liking him. Yet, I hate him for hurting me. It's complicated.