Happy Anniversary to the Ditched Bitch Blog Experience!
It’s only been a year…
To me it feels like a thousand lifetimes have passed since I started blogging. I have been renewed. I am happily reborn. Not changed, per se, but invigorated and enhanced…I am gaining momentum toward becoming the best version of myself, and I’m not sure I could’ve undertaken such a complex journey without you: my friends, my family, and readers like you…you who unknowingly held my hand when I needed it most. You have been my constant companions, and for that I thank you.
Here’s to many more! Cheers!
My son saw his first dead body today.
Originally I had intended to write about the storm and my quiet day at work…and instead I am left feeling uneasy and more than a little shaken with regards to today’s events. Yesterday I came home to multiple cops, and several fire trucks (lights…no sirens) outside of my apartment building. I walked up the stairs to find no less than four policemen waiting in the breezeway. One smiled, said hello, and asked if I lived in 202..I replied with “no, I live in 204” and went into my apartment. My son had been home all day as schools are closed until Tuesday. I asked him if he’d heard what was going on, and he said the only thing he knew was that there were a bunch of people outside. Nothing more. Everyone eventually exited the hallway and we went about our evening as usual.
Cut to today at lunch, when I get a text from my son saying that our next door neighbor (our doors are three feet apart) overdosed yesterday…I asked him how he knew and he said “because I saw him”. I’m sorry, what?!!?!? Apparently he had gone out to get the mail and was turned back very quickly by a policeman and a body on the ground…uncovered. I talked to my boy for a little while…I think he was a little shaken up, but ultimately doing alright. I on the other hand was in “mom mode” and internally freaking out. What do I say? How do I engage him without being super annoying? How will I know if this becomes a problem? Thoughts were racing through my head at a freakish pace, and I will admit to having a hard time keeping up. Ultimately, I just let him know that I’m here if he needs to talk. I mean, what else can I do? What a bizarre situation…
Now, here’s my issue:
Did they leave this guy’s lifeless body in his apartment overnight? #shudder #wtf
Has anyone else ever dealt with something like this? If you have, please email me and give me some sort of advice…I feel a little lost (a common feeling as of late)…all of my details are available on this site.
**UPDATE: Our neighbor was murdered outside of our apartment. He did not overdose as previously stated**