A lesson from my father

myBREAST are stressed out!
So my dad has warned me numerous times that if a woman appears to have it all together, then everyone will think she is fine and will do fine with or without them. Shocking my dad was proven right again! Numero Uno got pissy because I had a back up plan (it made her feel like I didn't trust her - even though it was only an alarm not an entire backup care taker plan) what do I say about that? Don;t take it so personally!! Anyone who knows me knows that my back contingency plan has a back up for it's back up contingency plan. I've been like that my entire life. I unfortunately grew up in an unorganized family and watched things constantly fall apart due to lack of planning and lack of reliability. So "trusting" you or not has nothing to do with a back up alarm. This practice was only enforced by a career field that gives more praise to the back up plan than the original plan. You work on one project while confirming a back up AND continually upgrading... So I ask you... what type of person leaves you high and dry after you've had a major surgery....? The kind of person that (a) didn't really want to be there - she was hoping it was a vacation AND (b) figures you'll be fine on your own anyway. At least I hope that's what she was thinking. Because if she thought I was going to  fall on my face and she left anyway... that would make her a terrible person and Numero Uno is NOT a terrible person. Just too immature for this task.  And it sucks to have someone pick fights with you, tell you they feel sorry for you because "you're single" and flat out stress you out... it sucks even worse to be doubled over in pain while it's happening. God I know you are teaching me something - I have to trust and rely on other people... but the minute I take a step in that direction (and of course it's baby steps) I get my foot stepped on by someone who is too immature to handle the responsibility. So not only do I have swollen achy breast, a soar bumm from sitting on 48 hours straight but a headache from scrambling and figuring out how I can eat my next meal when the pots are too heavy for me to carry over to the stove. OR how I am going to pour something to drink when the water bottle is on the bottom shelf and even if I could reach down to pick it up I can't physically lift it to my mouth.