Antithesis

It’s pretty strange that I am actually considering this year to be the antithesis of last year. It is rather laughable and right now I’m laughing out loud and rolling on the floor, or however those stupid messaging acronyms goes. I don’t like to compare my years but this time its just there to compare.

First off there is the Job, I lost my Job last year around June, a job that I hated with a passion, and so by this time last year I was unemployed. Now I have a job, a job I enjoy a lot the only thing that doesn’t really make this the antithesis of last year was the fact that last year I was unemployed and loving it. The summer was fantastic.
This leads me to the next thing that makes this the opposite of last year. Last year I enjoyed the summer with someone special who I still find very special, the girlfriend, K, now known as the ex. This year? Nope, nada, nothing. Someone once asked me why do you guys keep missing each other and I couldn’t answer that. Maybe it was wrought with miscommunication, wrongful mistrust (mostly her part), and downright stupidity (mostly on my part). You wanna know the funny part of all this? This all happened when we were already broken up. Enough about this subject, on to the next.
Last year I had to take an emergency trip to Puerto Rico, right after I got back from Seattle, to visit my gravely ill grandmother who was given 3 to 6 months to live. She had stomach cancer and quickly had her stomach removed and was put on chemo. Now you’re wondering; how can someone live without their stomach? Well they can and do. First off they take part of the large intestine and medication you have a new stomach. She now lives with my parents, but barely she has no cancer but she is getting weaker daily. It doesn’t look good at all. When I saw her this weekend I saw someone who didn’t look like my abuelita, a skeletal frail woman who talked and joked like her, which had me taken aback, I didn’t know what to say or even feel, I felt guilty for feeling that way.
It’s been hard for me to keep my composer these past few days and without a real shoulder to cry on it’s even tougher. No hard candy shell now. Oh and please I don’t want sympathy.