*brings on the funlessness*
This is the [i:e4364ddc98] not[/i:e4364ddc98] happy post in the thread, so dont read it if youre in a good mood

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My mom surprised me lately with quite the nastiness. She has a new boyfriend. Thats swell. Now, I know I sound like an aggravating little kid here, but not so much. Im really ok with that that she has a love life. Its cool with me. I dont think she should stop living or stop loving just cause she has kids. Thats never been the case. Shes always had boyfriends
Just that I always thought we had an agreement I pretend to hate all her partners with no exceptions whatsoever, thus releasing her from the need to regard my judgment because it is a well-known fact that its preset and prejudiced and has nothing to do with the actual quality of the man. That way she does not have to consider my preferences when shes dating. In return she keeps the relationship to herself, not discussing it with me or trying to involve me in it. To me, a complete privacy freak, that is the best scenario she has her love life and I dont have to have my face rubbed in it. Until now. Now everythings suddenly changed.
Three weeks ago she found a new boyfriend, and all of a sudden he freakin lives here! Hes constantly in the house, and I mean that in the 18-hours-a-day way. He sleeps here, eats here, wakes up here and his stuff are all over the place. He is in my face the entire time. Its impossible. I dont like the guy. Never did. Hes not family, I dont know him nor want to, and his constant presence is a complete breach of my personal space and privacy. I feel like Ive just been kicked out of the house. Never thought my mom would do that. Yuck.
And again, I know I sound like a little prissy girl starving for attention. But trust me, Im taking things in proportion. I just thought we had an understanding, but hey, big flashy NOPE! sign on that one. Surprise, surprise.
*rant over*
McLay Magic, my heart is with you. I'm sorry.