On A Sunday in the Sunshine

I spent the afternoon at my cousin’s house. It was a good time. I spent most of it in their pool. It was a warm day so it was nice to cool off. I drove home and thought the brakes were going on the car when my stupid brother in law had the emergency brake on. I stayed the speed limit the whole way home and was a good distance away from cars in front of me because I didn’t want to risk not having brakes. I was going to take my sister’s car Tuesday to see my therapist but now I am not going to because there is something wrong with the brakes. I feel so deflated.

I am wicked tired and will be going to bed early. I might finish the chapter I was reading on Dostoevsky. I read half of it last night before I fell asleep. I am hoping for the same effect tonight.

I sent my therapist my last blog about TG issues. It is important for her to read it before out next session. I am going to try and see if we can talk tomorrow. Sometimes she has times in the evening. We definitely have a lot to talk about.

I was expecting conversations with my cousins and other family members there today but there wasn’t, though my aunt and cousins were happy to see me. I don’t usually like to go because I really don’t like my family much. Their sincerity can be a little faked. I knew which was real and who was faking it. No one talked to me about my book and I was grateful.

any thoughts?