Well, yesterday was quite a day. Know the aunt that has taken it upon herself to immerse herself in my family drama? Yes, the one I wouldn’t give my address to. Well, yesterday I got a letter from her in my mailbox AT WORK. I wanted to throw up the moment I saw that the letter was from her. I experienced such a range of emotions. I emotionally ate (Two small doughnuts that were in the lounge, and later muffins that I have at home). I wanted to cry. I wanted to be dead. I wanted to scream and wasn’t my nice teacher self. I set off a meltdown in a kid. I was angry. I was not myself. I am still not myself.
Why would my aunt take it upon herself to send this letter to my workplace, when I wouldn’t give her my home address? Why drag this into my professional life? I consider this a huge breach of my private life. I can’t handle this anymore. I just want to be out of here.