Gambling my life away

I have a terrible temper and a bad disposition with people in general, I think the worst of them. If they can do something wrong then its going to happen and if they can lay it on me then they will. I see it every day. My little sister is a crack up, she just turned 8 and is in the third grade she has a major crush on her teacher and a new boyfriend that is in the fourth grade. I say he’s tool old for her but she’s in total infatuation with him. Drew is his name; Andrew as a matter of fact, just to be the mean older brother I told her serial killers is named that. She wanted to know why someone would want to kill cereal. My gambling weekend was ok, a bit torrid on the trip down because I was worried about Amy and her strep throat. Amy insisted she was fine as she sniffled out a message to me on the phone and Jacks kept to himself --gambling his underage butt off. I was sure he found an internet station and was seeking out his fun, he didn’t; in fact, he spent a lot of time at the pool joking around with some of the ladies there. Trace, my best friend was in awe of him the whole time and how he kept his cool making them laugh and causally splashing them at the pool. I wanted to be home to take care of my baby and make sure she was ok. After the drive home, Sunday was my PG birthday, we had his favorite of ice cream cake and opening presents. PG and I stepped out to have a chat on things; some how he has a sixth sense when I’m in distress. It didn’t help me much I still have the anger and the doubts in my head on a few things, but nothing that is mine to resolve. Right now I just got off the phone with my sweet heart she sounds so good and happy to me, just the way I want her. I guess life isn’t that bad after all.