
Or to be accurate, I was about 2 hours ago...now I'm just feeling an immense amount of helplessness and sadness.

I feel that I'm going trough the entire register of despair, first it was a numbing shock, I didn't feel a thing, I couldn't say much really. Mom and her boyfriend came home around 15:00 today, and they ate a pizza ( I had already eaten, but they didn't ask either) after awhile, while I was happily surfin' the net, my mom called me in.
I was a bit confused as to what the h*ll she could want, and sat down. Then she dropped the bomb:
They are getting married the 20th of August.

Shortly after they left the rage sank in! I was so mad at her for what she's doing, that I really can't tell what would have happened if they had still been there.
The rage surpassed in approx 20 minutes. And I got a call from my cousin, asking me over for some games, I accept and prep myself. I get out, and un-loade my bike, then I see them on the other side of the street, waiting for the bus. Then I recall them asking me to check the time-table for the bus, but it didn't go until 40 minutes later...
I cycle pass them, and the immense sence of emptiness comes back.
I do my best when I come over to my cus to keep a good face, but I probably gave away a sence of blazé and boredom, so it seemed atleast.

Now that I'm back home I just feel sad, lonely and completely devoid. I tried calling my sister who lives in Swiss with her boyfriend, but they weren't in...
What the heck to do??!

The main snag is that I live with my mom, altho currently she hasn't been around much for some time, always off to that c*nt person of hers, but I still live in her appartment cause I don't have a job, just an intership wich pays about 300 £ a month (if I have made a remotely correct translation to pound) and are simultaneously reading up on maths, second degree equations and sh*t.
Ah sh*t, I really don't want this to happen.
Maybe it's a good idea to give you the low-down on her boik...
He's like 26...my mom's 44... he's from Pakistani, he's a sporadic flee- market sales-man.. He speaks very bad swedish. Guh.
I've always considered myself a rather politically correct man, without any racist tendencies, but the events of the recent year, with her having several younger immigrant "boyfriends" ( most of them came around to f*ck her only really..) and this recent development, has made me think some thoughts on a daily basis wich I would normally find detesting..I guess that's how rascism really starts, it's personal.
I don't know if I've ever felt this helpless about anything, it feels as if I can't do anything. And what can I do or say? I can't say a word about the pain she's causing me now, with that supid f*ck of a dumb smile she put on when she laid it on me, jeesus.. I really gotta talk to the family about this, cause I gotta stop it!

Agh. I think I'm sinking into depression here, I got little air in my bike-tires, and had to go and pump them, but it felt like a monumental undertaking when I did it. I even find myself wishing to go back to the time 2 years ago, when I lived in a small village, with mom and her abusive paranoid monstrosity of an ex.
I'm slumped.