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[thejunipertree]

The life insurance policy for my mother's car has finally been completed. I made a photocopy of everything for my records and then addressed the envelope, frowning at my jagged handwriting. Sealed it with tape because I refuse to lick envelope glue.

Now it's sitting here on my desk and I keep glancing at it, rather then, you know, PUTTING IT IN THE MAIL LIKE A NORMAL PERSON WOULD.

For some absolute bullshit reason, I'm having a hard time with this.

In about a month, it'll mark the year anniversary of when she went into the hospital for her fractured pelvis and never came home again.

I have to go outside and walk laps around the parking lot for a bit. Need to get this shit under control.

Comments

[serpent-sky.livejournal.com]

Your feelings do not have "some bullshit reason" behind them. You've been through so much, and honestly, you're dealing better than I could imagine myself dealing. I guess you don't have a choice about it -- you have to pick up and go on and all of that, but... goddamn. Things like mailing insurance aren't going to be easy, and I don't think they would be for anyone. Certainly not someone who was as close to their mom as you were.

*hug*

Don't be so hard on yourself. You're entitled to let it out, and to feel how you feel. Don't let anyone tell you you're not -- that's the biggest bullshit on earth. say what you need, do what you must. This isn't easy.

*hug*

[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

Thank you, miss-ma'am.