More of Robyn's crap

Went last night to my mom’s, had a cook out and just hung out. She had called me yesterday at work to tell me that someone had broke into her apartment the night before and stole her purse and L.C.’s pants with his wallet in it. She wouldn’t have noticed till later on in the day but some company from Liberty St. to say they found a pair of black pants, a wallet and 2 purses in an alley behind their building that morning and one of them was hers. I guess they just picked the lock to get in her house and came in while they were sleeping. She had to go to the police station to i.d. her purse and get it back and file a report. All they took was their cash, like 300 bucks, left all the credit cards and her checking account. Assholes…. I HATE dishonest people. But when she called me at work and tol dme all this I just broke down. I’m so tired of my mom getting shit on all the time. It’s like nothing can go right for her anymore, and it just keeps coming. It breaks my heart that shes got so much to deal with. And I feel like I don’t have anyone to talk to about it.
You seen yesterday my bitching about Sean, but it’s like that with everyone it seems. Everyone is so afraid of saying the wrong thing that they say nothing instead. I’m starting to come to the conclusion that I’m going to try anf forget about all of this, I’m just going to go on thinking “my mom will be fine, my mom will be fine” and not worry about anything until something actually doe happen, and I think this is the wrong way to approach it because I do need to prepare myself in case something were to happen, but at the same time not dwell on it all the time, because I could totally push myself to the max and then she be fine and I’ll feel silly for overreacting or soemthing. So this is just something I’m going to push into my freetime part of my mind and only think about it when I’m alone and noone is there to tell me I’m being stupid.
I feel like I’m in a great big building, way up on the 45th floor and everyone else is having a party down in the lobby and noone notices that I’m not there. But really, I’m not depressed, I know I sound like please pity me but I don’t want that, I think I’m going to find a support group through he american cancer society for children who’s parents have cancer, I’m sure they’ve got one for that. Maybe that’ll help me out. =)