The countdown to 35…

I have just realised it is 1st of October… 23 days until I turn 35 years old. I’m not even used to being over 30 yet. The whole thirties thing doesn’t feel real. I still feel like a child. In my head I’m still a child due to the trauma I’ve been through in my life. The cat is worse since we visited the vets. I’m hoping he is better tomorrow but not filled with confidence because I’ve read some of the recent reviews of the pdsa services and some were rather horrific leading to the deaths of pets. He has perked up a little since earlier. I have to try to keep him inside for a few days which will be challenging because he’s used to going in and out whenever he wants. He is already at the window watching the rain. I also have to put him on a diet to reduce his weight which will certainly not be welcomed by him. He eats anything he can get near including the food left on my plate when I’ve had my dinner. I would also just like to point out that I’m no longer angry at A. I will always feel hurt though. She makes out that she is the helping people type. I never saw that. She did the opposite when it came to me. As far as I’m concerned, she threw me under the bus when everything kicked off at university. She only ever choses to help others if she benefits from it. It’s all about her and if it wasn’t she would have made things right with me by now.