I Can't Stop Crying
The last 48 hours have been so emotional for me.
First I find out about the riots and the looting and the vandalism and the deaths of people.
Then my fiancé tells me he asked if he could volunteer to help with the riots, since he’s in the National Guard.
Following, finding out that not only was he called to help, but EVERYONE in his squadron was called.
After that, he and I took in a dog that walked up to us from the street. Gave him a bath. Gave him some food and water and decided to keep him.
I traveled back home with my fiancé following me in his truck with the dog. And I had to say good bye to him. Trying to not cry.
Once I made it back home, I was told by my landlords dad (who lives at the house with us) that I had one day to find him a home. Yet the second I got home and my landlords girlfriend saw the dog and told my landlord. I get a rude text. “Not happy about the dog. You need to take it out of the house right now.” As I walked down stairs to go to the bathroom his dad told me I needed to find a place for him ASAP and I told him I was working on it hard. And that I even set up a vet appointment for him to get him shots.
After hours I finally found someone who stepped up to take him in for the meantime while I find a new place to live that will allow me to have a dog.
Now I can’t stop crying. Just so much back to back to back. And idk what to do right now. I know it’ll work out in the end. But fuuuuuck its so much right now.
First I find out about the riots and the looting and the vandalism and the deaths of people.
Then my fiancé tells me he asked if he could volunteer to help with the riots, since he’s in the National Guard.
Following, finding out that not only was he called to help, but EVERYONE in his squadron was called.
After that, he and I took in a dog that walked up to us from the street. Gave him a bath. Gave him some food and water and decided to keep him.
I traveled back home with my fiancé following me in his truck with the dog. And I had to say good bye to him. Trying to not cry.
Once I made it back home, I was told by my landlords dad (who lives at the house with us) that I had one day to find him a home. Yet the second I got home and my landlords girlfriend saw the dog and told my landlord. I get a rude text. “Not happy about the dog. You need to take it out of the house right now.” As I walked down stairs to go to the bathroom his dad told me I needed to find a place for him ASAP and I told him I was working on it hard. And that I even set up a vet appointment for him to get him shots.
After hours I finally found someone who stepped up to take him in for the meantime while I find a new place to live that will allow me to have a dog.
Now I can’t stop crying. Just so much back to back to back. And idk what to do right now. I know it’ll work out in the end. But fuuuuuck its so much right now.
26-30, F
