The intervention was hard, my dad had many obhections. We countered them all. We cried. He caved. I’m now at the ER with one of my sisters and my dad.
We’re waiting on the results of the blood work, x-rays, and urine test, but they said they’re going to admit him to the hospital.
I’m here probably overnight. My sister will probably leave when he gets a room. I’m glad he’s getting the treatment he needs. I’m so relieved.
So today I wanted an honest outside opinion on my jeggings versus my skinny jeans, so I showed both to my mom and asked her which she though looked better on me. I was fully expecting her to say the skinny jeans, but to my total surprise, she said the jeggings look better on me. I’m still trying to wrap my head around this.
I know it’s just one person’s opinion, but it goes against everything I had believed could be true. I hadn’t held any room in my brain for a possibility that the jeggings could look better on me. Probably because I feel so much more comfortable in the skinny jeans than the jeggings. I still haven’t worn the jeggings out of the house. But maybe I’ll try now. Now that I have someone who thinks they look better on me than the pants I’m comfortable in.
**Read the rest of the story in Part 1 and Part 2**