Yesterday was supposed to be the end. Finally. After 9 months and 26 days (enough time to get pregnant, have a baby and just about die from lack of sleep). It was supposed to be over yesterday.
I called. They said the paperwork was ready. And I cried. I cried all morning. I cried AT WORK. I DON’T CRY AT WORK.
I called my mom. She didn’t know what to say. I called my twin. She knew exactly what to say. I left work early, and went to finally end this chapter of my life.
And it didn’t end.
Stupid retard government workers just can’t do shit right. 15 minutes after arriving, and jumping through hoops and waiting in lines and filling out forms and dealing with cranky bitch behind the counter (why do I always get some cranky bitch behind the counter?), cranky bitch tells me I have to wait till June 2.
There’s a day I don’t want to think about.
All the paperwork is in, everyone agrees that this thing just needs to END, but for some reason even the stars can’t figure out, I have to wait until June 2.
Looks like it’s a day I’m going to have to think about after all.