Today is my daughter’s birthday.

Her husband asked last night if I had anything planned.
No.
So we agreed her dad would take her to lunch and I would make dinner for them.
They’ve been going through some things, financial things. Social things. The girl, she loves her drama. She will never admit that, but she feeds it.

Dinner is done. It’s 7. No one has called, no one has answered their phone.

Im laying here wondering what sort of drama I’m going to be smacked in the gut with.

I hate this.