I hate my coworker, my husband, and my best friend!
I’m 21 years old. My boyfriend is 22. Yet, my mother
maintains the same rules she set out for me having boyfriends over…AS WHEN I WAS 15. This is really starting to bug me.
My boyfriend and I were sitting on the couch last night, watching tv. He had lay across me and rested his head on my chest, and I started stroking his hair. My mom goes by the room and starts bitching that we are “sitting inappropriately.”
*facepalm* Goddamnitt mom, WE ARE IN OUR F*CKING 20′S! For crissake, cut the goddamn umbilical! My boyfriend says that my mom seems to have some unresolved inner child issues, which I do agree with him, given the ridiculous amount of Disney things in the house, and the princess shirts she wears…This doesn’t help her case in that aspect. Mom, we aren’t in high school, we graduated. We can drive grown-up cars. We can go places by ourselves. We can get jobs. We go to college. And *gasp* we’ve had sex.
STOP TREATING ME LIKE I’M A CHILD.
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Ugh. I really dislike my dad right now.
I hate that when I want to talk to him about something serious, and he won’t listen to my point of view because apparently his opinion is the only damn opinion that’s right and is the only one that matters. I tried to talk to him this morning because I was worried that I might be developing OCD, and he just blew me off, telling me that I’m “not f*ckin sick” and that “I shouldn’t even be thinking stuff like that.” He treated me like I was wanting to be sick. And when I don’t say what I’m thinking to him (because I know he’ll get pissed if I do), he gets pissed because I don’t tell him anything. Jesus, she just makes me mad sometimes.
Okay, rant over. I feel better now.
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to my brother:
Just because you know some sex moves you obviously got off of the internet doesn’t mean you “know more than I do.”
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I’d really prefer if you didn’t say how bad my hair looks constantly. I like it and a lot of other people do too. I don’t like curly hair, so what if I straighten it? I don’t tell you to straighten yours, don’t tell me to not straighten mine.
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