Ugh.

I hate barn drama. I HATE barn drama. Every barn I've worked in has had its share, most of which I'm not involved in. But this is just out of control.

It's funny, because I came home to get lunch before I head back to housesit, and my dad saw me for less than 10 seconds, asked what was wrong to which I reply "you're going to want to sit down for this one", and he immediately says "You got into a fight." Some father-daughter ESP going on here.

No, I didn't get into a fight, but it EASILY could have happened. I can say confidently in this situation that I am not the one at fault here, nor did I do anything to provoke anything that happened or could have happened. In the words of a wise, older mentor-type friend of mine, "Look at the source." The aggressor in this case is a woman in her mid-20's who has a well-known alcohol problem, received her second DUI two weeks ago, does drugs, the whole ordeal, and is known for starting drama and over-exaggerating. Lethal combo, all that.

I won't get into the details until I've calmed down. It's really not worth my emotional sanity at this point.

On top of this mornings events, today is my ex-boyfriend's birthday. This is part of the reason I hate Facebook sometimes. If I hadn't gone on it a few minutes ago, I never would have noticed it was his birthday today, and I would not be feeling like I am right now; nostalgic, guilty, sad, etc. We broke up almost 2 months ago, and it was largely my doing; I suppose we just grew apart. It'd been feeling odd for a while, and I realized that we were headed down very different roads, were two different people, and that the relationship itself had grown stale, and I was tired of trying to fix the same things over and over.

I know, you probably don't care to hear about my relationship woes...I don't really want to be by myself today, it allows me to think too much, which is the last thing I need. However, I'm hanging out with horses all day again. They aren't much comfort when it comes to this, sometimes...