Grimm on Tuesdays just doesn’t feel the same as Grimm on Fridays.
So my coworker got a frantic call from her young son, saying that something was wrong with daddy. She rushed home. He went to the hospital. And he died of a heart attack. He wasn’t even 40. Oh, and she’s pregnant with their 2nd child, and she’s due in about 2 weeks. THIS is a real-life fucking tragedy. Honestly, since my husband and I are trying to have a baby, this is my worst-case-scenario of anything that could happen. And it’s happening to a coworker. Her son basically watched his father die in front of him. Their soon-to-be-born daughter will never ever know her father. And they were crazy about each other. So I’m going to be off tumblr a bit because I cannot handle the stupid shit that people freak out about. TV shows and books and all this. THESE are the things that people should concern themselves with. Actual humans suffering. Things that in real life you can’t handle. I can’t handle people going on long rants about things that aren’t even real. Not right now. It’s been bugging me, but this has sent me over the edge. Grow up everyone who writes these rants and diatribes and realize that there’s a whole REAL LIFE going on out there.