Goodbye 2010, you bitch.
Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
Sure, you started off all full of hope and promise and cheer. There was my brother’s wedding in Jamaica (lovingly timed to coincide with my 40th birthday. I highly recommend pirate parties on the beach when one turns 40).
Spring brought the excitement of IVF, the hope, the dreams, the positive pregnancy test…then the bitchslap of the miscarriage that wouldn’t end.
In May you killed my cat. Oh, and you decided that I no longer needed to hear from my mother and V didn’t need to have her grandmother in her life.
I think you got bored in June, you brought an ‘end’ to the miscarriage that wouldn’t end. You were toying with me again in July, it started off well, I attended BOLO and met some amazing Ottawa tweeps and bloggers, and for that I’m so very thankful. I love the community and the people I’ve chatted with and met this year. But then you ended the month with lung infections for the whole family, skank.
August you turned up the douche-baggery and decided that miscarriage that won’t end redux was in order. Thanks for the effed up hormones and the D&C.
September and October you decided that my work life needed to get in on the action, so I spent my time prepping for a Threat and Risk Assessment. Oh, and then, you whore, you decided that my dog needed to die too. October can kiss my ass.
November you were quiet. I think maybe all the mustaches had you distracted. December? Well, my cutie-pie turned 3, depression nearly crushed me, Christmas sucked ass, oh and to top it off? My mother decided that was the night to call me and tell me she wanted my shit out of her house. Just mine. Not my brother’s or sister’s, but my sewing machine and wedding dress are clearly fucking up her feng shui. Thanks for ending the estrangement. I survived what should have been my due date, and now I just want to shut the door on this whole damn debacle of a year. But thanks for the parting sinus infection, it was just the icing on the cake.
I can’t do much about you now 2010, but 2011 consider yourself warned, I’m gonna kick your ass.