Well hello there, you strangers, you!
Hi,
Well, I know no one still reads this, because well, I never post anymore... But I just need to vent. That WAS the original purpose of this blog... For me to be able to vent out my anger, my resentement... And trust me, right now, I have a LOT of anger, and a hell of a lot of resentement.
I'll start at the beginning of this whole fiasco:
About a month ago, things started going wrong for everyone around me. My best friend lost her job, my mom had a stroke (a lot more serious than the rest of this bullshit, in MY opinion), and obviously, this bad luck affected my boyfriend too! He started having a lot of trouble with this one nursing class, that one class that affects your continuation in the program, his car woke up one morning and died, his mother started becoming unbearable... And at the same time, HE started becoming unbearable. He was moody, mean, cruel, hard to live with... But he begged me to give him TIME. So I did. I put up with the moodiness, the meaness, the... All of it. I just stood by him thinking that it would all get better.
And on Thursday night, he got a NEW car. A brand spankin' new Toyota Yaris 2007, in black of course (he IS a man, after all!)... And I got to be the first female passenger, always an honor. We took a nice long ride, and he looked at me, and said: I've finally found the right passenger. It was obvious to me that he was talking about more than for his car. I took it to mean: I want you by my side for a longgggg time to come. And I was happy, and extatic... And I thought that all the pain that I had been going through was finally over.
Friday comes along, and he has to come to school. I'm already there, so we're supposed to meet there. We end up missing each other by like a MINUTE. But, we're still supposed to eat together then go to the see a movie, and then like every Friday night, I'm supposed to sleep at his house. At around 5pm, he calls me to tell me that I can't sleep at his house, because his mom doesn't want me there any more. Right. She hates me. What MORE can possibly go wrong.
Well, go figure, that more DOES go wrong. Even though I can't sleep at his house that night, I figure we're still going on our nice date... I had done my hair, my makeup, I had shaved my legs in god knows how long (still waiting on that stupid waxing lady to have some time for me!), selected my hottest outfit with my heels, stockings, hell, even new lingerie! But he calls me back and says: Forget me for tonight, I can't be with you. I'll call you EVENTUALLY! Bye. Click! Rightttttt, as if I'm gonna take THAT for an answer, I call him the next day, and he gives me the same shit, I'll call you when I'm ready. RIGHTTTT. We all know what THAT means. It meanssssss: His mother's opinion of me is more important than the love that he SAYS he has for me.
So in resume: That means, he SUCKS. He hasn't even called me back to dump me yet. Which it's totally obvious he's gonna do. Maybe I'll just have to beat him to it... I dunno. I just don't know now. You know when you sacrifice soooo much of yourself to be the perfect girlfriend? ... Even though I WILL admit that I had my totally terrible moments, especially when I yelled at him for nothing, but I put up with soooo much for him... And the only two promises he made me, he's not gonna keep: 1) being there when I wake up from my surgery on Friday (3 days before Xmas, go figure) and 2) spending Xmas at my dad's with me. So... It looks like a pretty shitty Xmas ahead for moi.
Like I said above, I'm getting surgery on Friday, those of you who read this, probably remember me bitchin' about my tonsils all the time! Well, they're coming out! FINALLY. After almost 6 months of wait to get a date for surgery. I finally did, and it's the 22nd at 12pm. Oh joy. And now, no boyfriend to wake up to, which only makes the stress even bigger. I'm soooo gonna need Ativan (look it up, it's a great invention!) before they put me under... AHHHH! I don't want to! I really really don't. I do, but I don't. Get it?!
About Xmas at my dad's.
A) Not going alone.
B) Not taking the bus there when I'm doped out on Vicodin (Look that up 2, amazing invention!)
C) Not going there without him, so my dad can make fun at how I can't keep a man.
D) I was only really going so my bf (ex, wtv) could see the ass I grew up with.
Life sucks.
And like my friend Sare has told me so many times in the past to cheer me up:
Men suck, men suck, men suck FUCK!!!
Anywho, I'm out, final exams tomorrow! 2 left and I'm outta there!!! :O Woot!
Nighty night,
Stephanie xoxox
Well, I know no one still reads this, because well, I never post anymore... But I just need to vent. That WAS the original purpose of this blog... For me to be able to vent out my anger, my resentement... And trust me, right now, I have a LOT of anger, and a hell of a lot of resentement.
I'll start at the beginning of this whole fiasco:
About a month ago, things started going wrong for everyone around me. My best friend lost her job, my mom had a stroke (a lot more serious than the rest of this bullshit, in MY opinion), and obviously, this bad luck affected my boyfriend too! He started having a lot of trouble with this one nursing class, that one class that affects your continuation in the program, his car woke up one morning and died, his mother started becoming unbearable... And at the same time, HE started becoming unbearable. He was moody, mean, cruel, hard to live with... But he begged me to give him TIME. So I did. I put up with the moodiness, the meaness, the... All of it. I just stood by him thinking that it would all get better.
And on Thursday night, he got a NEW car. A brand spankin' new Toyota Yaris 2007, in black of course (he IS a man, after all!)... And I got to be the first female passenger, always an honor. We took a nice long ride, and he looked at me, and said: I've finally found the right passenger. It was obvious to me that he was talking about more than for his car. I took it to mean: I want you by my side for a longgggg time to come. And I was happy, and extatic... And I thought that all the pain that I had been going through was finally over.
Friday comes along, and he has to come to school. I'm already there, so we're supposed to meet there. We end up missing each other by like a MINUTE. But, we're still supposed to eat together then go to the see a movie, and then like every Friday night, I'm supposed to sleep at his house. At around 5pm, he calls me to tell me that I can't sleep at his house, because his mom doesn't want me there any more. Right. She hates me. What MORE can possibly go wrong.
Well, go figure, that more DOES go wrong. Even though I can't sleep at his house that night, I figure we're still going on our nice date... I had done my hair, my makeup, I had shaved my legs in god knows how long (still waiting on that stupid waxing lady to have some time for me!), selected my hottest outfit with my heels, stockings, hell, even new lingerie! But he calls me back and says: Forget me for tonight, I can't be with you. I'll call you EVENTUALLY! Bye. Click! Rightttttt, as if I'm gonna take THAT for an answer, I call him the next day, and he gives me the same shit, I'll call you when I'm ready. RIGHTTTT. We all know what THAT means. It meanssssss: His mother's opinion of me is more important than the love that he SAYS he has for me.
So in resume: That means, he SUCKS. He hasn't even called me back to dump me yet. Which it's totally obvious he's gonna do. Maybe I'll just have to beat him to it... I dunno. I just don't know now. You know when you sacrifice soooo much of yourself to be the perfect girlfriend? ... Even though I WILL admit that I had my totally terrible moments, especially when I yelled at him for nothing, but I put up with soooo much for him... And the only two promises he made me, he's not gonna keep: 1) being there when I wake up from my surgery on Friday (3 days before Xmas, go figure) and 2) spending Xmas at my dad's with me. So... It looks like a pretty shitty Xmas ahead for moi.
Like I said above, I'm getting surgery on Friday, those of you who read this, probably remember me bitchin' about my tonsils all the time! Well, they're coming out! FINALLY. After almost 6 months of wait to get a date for surgery. I finally did, and it's the 22nd at 12pm. Oh joy. And now, no boyfriend to wake up to, which only makes the stress even bigger. I'm soooo gonna need Ativan (look it up, it's a great invention!) before they put me under... AHHHH! I don't want to! I really really don't. I do, but I don't. Get it?!
About Xmas at my dad's.
A) Not going alone.
B) Not taking the bus there when I'm doped out on Vicodin (Look that up 2, amazing invention!)
C) Not going there without him, so my dad can make fun at how I can't keep a man.
D) I was only really going so my bf (ex, wtv) could see the ass I grew up with.
Life sucks.
And like my friend Sare has told me so many times in the past to cheer me up:
Men suck, men suck, men suck FUCK!!!
Anywho, I'm out, final exams tomorrow! 2 left and I'm outta there!!! :O Woot!
Nighty night,
Stephanie xoxox
posted by Stephanie B @ 7:00 PM
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