Kind of a neat way to say something.
I really don’t know how to respond to my parents telling me that they’ve ‘found a new home for Jazz’ 2 minutes before I got in my car for a 4 hour drive home. It doesn’t make sense to me. Dogs are my life and they selfishly made that decision without me. If hey were just honest and sat me down to come up with a solution for Jazz’s need to explore and run off everywhere, maybe I’d be more rational about this situation. But no, I got trapped. I brought my dog 4 hours to a new location without even knowing it. Best part is, my sister was in on it. In fact, she found the new home.
Fuck that new home. Fuck the guy who took her. And fuck my family who would so carelessly do something like this to me. They have no idea what this is going to do to me. Because they’re oblivious. Careless. Selfish. Their ‘love’ and ‘care’ just turned into the most disrespectful thing they could have ever done to me.
I hope my dad sees this in some way, even though, the odds are slim. The Facebook status I posted (“I feel like I just got hit by a bus… And my parents were the drivers. Happy f***ing Easter”) made them feel like shit. In fact, I know it did, to my dad anyway. I found out about 5 hours later when I got home from work, still trying to emotionally process the betrayal by my family. He made it pretty clear that I could leave ‘his’ house and that I could “pack my shit up and get the fuck out” for all he cared. Cool dad. Love you too.
All of the negative thoughts I’ve ever had don’t even compare to what I feel right now.
Word to the wise, don’t ever tell someone bad news before they get into a vehicle. Ever.
Because all I wanted to do was drive my car off a bridge and drown in the salty sea.