Fruitmash
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Today is my OH's and my 3 year anniversary. We're flat broke preparing for baby so decided awhile ago not to do anything or buy anything. It sucks in a way because it feels like we aren't celebrating but it's a small price to pay for Harlee-Quinn to get the things she needs.
Before I found out the gender of our princess, we made it clear to everyone we knew that it was unacceptable for them to tell anyone, it was our news etc and they haven't a right blah blah blah. Found out today that the same "friend" who outed my pregnancy at 5 weeks (like I didn't have enough to worry about then) has also told atleast two people we're having a girl. Her excuse the first time was she didn't know she wasn't supposed to say anything. I thought it goes without saying but obviously not. So I made it so SO clear that she isn't to tell anyone at all. It ruined the telling people thing when she did that so she couldn't do this too. And of course she did. When I confronted her about it, she said "well everyone knows!!" 2 points.
1) If "everyone" knew, she wouldn't need to tell anyone.
2) Everyone knew because OH and I told them.
I said the usual, it hurt, it was unfair, it wasn't alright and she wouldn't even apologize. Just walked off. LAST STRAW. Supposed to be my best friend and she's that spiteful. I want nothing to do with her, and have cast her off my guest list for my baby shower. I want nothing to do with someone that poisonous.
Even worse, our Hamster Godzilla died last night. He was 2 and a half which is a good life, but it hurts so much. Dean bought him for me because someone else died, and he was perfect. Chubby, loved cuddles, playful, never bit, peed on my brother (funniest thing) and now he's gone. And I feel so bad because he's been dying for awhile, and I couldn't help. I didn't want to put him down on the off chance he would survive. And he didn't so I made him suffer for nothing. I found out at work, Dean is a terrible liar. He covered him in bedding so I couldn't see, but I know he's gone and I never knew I'd be this upset over a Hamster. But I love him, he was my baby. Knew where his treats were and would beg at the bars for them. Never again.
I got home and started fixing up his box. He could atleast be comfortable in death. I put sawdust and bedding in, dug a hole for him to fit in, put a small Swallow charm in there, with some food and his treats, and even sprayed alittle of Dean's aftershave and my favourite perfume in it. Last of my perfume but it seemed better to put it in there than wear it. Dean's going to bury him tonight. I know it's only a Hamster, but he saw me through all of my granparents dying, realising my dad didn't care etc. And I really want a new Hamster on one hand, not to replace him, but to keep me preoccupied. Give me something to look after and hold until Harlee-Quinn comes. But part of me really doesn't want to deal with having to train it up.
Sorry for the rant, but thanks for letting me vent
Before I found out the gender of our princess, we made it clear to everyone we knew that it was unacceptable for them to tell anyone, it was our news etc and they haven't a right blah blah blah. Found out today that the same "friend" who outed my pregnancy at 5 weeks (like I didn't have enough to worry about then) has also told atleast two people we're having a girl. Her excuse the first time was she didn't know she wasn't supposed to say anything. I thought it goes without saying but obviously not. So I made it so SO clear that she isn't to tell anyone at all. It ruined the telling people thing when she did that so she couldn't do this too. And of course she did. When I confronted her about it, she said "well everyone knows!!" 2 points.
1) If "everyone" knew, she wouldn't need to tell anyone.
2) Everyone knew because OH and I told them.
I said the usual, it hurt, it was unfair, it wasn't alright and she wouldn't even apologize. Just walked off. LAST STRAW. Supposed to be my best friend and she's that spiteful. I want nothing to do with her, and have cast her off my guest list for my baby shower. I want nothing to do with someone that poisonous.
Even worse, our Hamster Godzilla died last night. He was 2 and a half which is a good life, but it hurts so much. Dean bought him for me because someone else died, and he was perfect. Chubby, loved cuddles, playful, never bit, peed on my brother (funniest thing) and now he's gone. And I feel so bad because he's been dying for awhile, and I couldn't help. I didn't want to put him down on the off chance he would survive. And he didn't so I made him suffer for nothing. I found out at work, Dean is a terrible liar. He covered him in bedding so I couldn't see, but I know he's gone and I never knew I'd be this upset over a Hamster. But I love him, he was my baby. Knew where his treats were and would beg at the bars for them. Never again.
I got home and started fixing up his box. He could atleast be comfortable in death. I put sawdust and bedding in, dug a hole for him to fit in, put a small Swallow charm in there, with some food and his treats, and even sprayed alittle of Dean's aftershave and my favourite perfume in it. Last of my perfume but it seemed better to put it in there than wear it. Dean's going to bury him tonight. I know it's only a Hamster, but he saw me through all of my granparents dying, realising my dad didn't care etc. And I really want a new Hamster on one hand, not to replace him, but to keep me preoccupied. Give me something to look after and hold until Harlee-Quinn comes. But part of me really doesn't want to deal with having to train it up.
Sorry for the rant, but thanks for letting me vent