#firstworldproblems

I’m sitting in my living room watching the antics of the housewives (Beverly Hills) eating pizza and margaritas while watching my sister try on the Louboutins she got for Christmas. These pursuits are only interrupted to challenge each other, or her non-romantic life partner (don’t ask) Bryan in Trivia Crack, a phone game that is aptly named. Kylie (my sister) and Bryan are not even supposed to be here; they are supposed to be in Utah at the Sundance Film Festival but yesterday, the East Coast got blasted with major snow, shutting down all airports from here to Ohio. Which means they’re stuck with us till tomorrow. This also means that this morning was spent on the phone, frantically trying to switch out tickets and worrying about vouchers. Well, as least we’re not worrying about Kylie’s fertility issues (She found out yesterday that she might not be able to have children). Or mine (to recap: miscarriage, heading for divorce, approaching high risk pregnancy age range). Or the fact that my mother feels like a failure of a parent. Or the fact that I have the job of a 14-year-old. Or the myriad of other things that usually fill up the space in our minds and keep my therapist employed. All day, every day we worry; Will I find someone I can actually spend the rest of my life with? Will I be able to have children? How can I advance my career? Where am I going to be in ten years? Hell, in 5 years! I find myself starting the day exhausted and I am almost certain my mother and sister feel the same. Still, we are blessed with so much, I try to always be very thankful that our lives are together enough to pay attention to nonsensical things; for example, what the hell is wrong with Brandy Glanville??