Not so good news. Parents and I fought again because dad went back on his word. He said 4 weeks and then when I rung my aunty we had a chat and sorted it out. But then my social worker rang my mom and asked her what was going on. Turns out dad won't let me see pop. Well, I got the booster shot that destroyed my ears so I could see him. I had a mental breakdown because of my ear problems and freaked pop out, so dad said I'd wait 4 weeks to see him again to give him a break. Turns out it wasn't 4 weeks. I'd had a meltdown and they never told me that I'd wait longer. They never told me anything changed. So the 4 weeks was a lie. I ruined my life to get to see my grandpa before he meets with his maker.
So I blocked my parents on the phone. Oh, and I decided to bring the expiry date forward. Sadly, it was 2 years from end of March this year, so March 2025. Then they told me I was not to go down for 4 weeks to see pop, and we had a fight because dad wouldn't listen to me and tried to play it down. So I later told them by text that I will bring it forward to March 2024. So I had 1 year to live.
Sadly, I've had to bring that forward 6 months. So it's now September 2023.
It's going to be hard to say goodbye, but I just cannot deal with this anymore. I have roughly 8 months left and the clock is ticking day in day out.
I've also blocked my parents for 1 month. If they do this shit again, I will block them and only unblock them the week or so before I die. Then we will chat and it will be a quick burst, about 10 or 15 minutes.
Still looking for that vinylbital. In vain, but still looking.