I fucking HATE fighting.
Hate it.
And that's all I've fucking done lately.
God, I thought I was going to DIE. But I got over it. Then sure enough, it picked up right where it was left off.
And again today.
Long story short, the boy invited me to California (He told me it would be because we're having trouble putting a vacation together, but it turns out it was a reinactment), because he had Tuesday/Wednesday off and only like, 3 hours on Monday and was gonna call in, and I had Monday/Wednesday, and asked me to find someone to take my Tuesday. That way, it would all be peachy-keen. (And by the way, this is no longer the short version.)
Sooo... I spend all day weaseling my way into Tuesday off, and end up getting chewed out by my boss for it (Because apperntly, it isn't done the same way Bass and Mervyn's did it, and I didn't know), just to come home and find out he had asked his Dad before he asked me, and he said no, but then he changed his mind, and now they're going.
But, as if that isn't enough, it's ALL MY FAULT. I got a text message asking why I always have to make things difficult, and how he couldn't believe we were fighting again.
I was genuinely pissed off. More than I have been in a long time.
Poor Justin. I called him crying and he'd had a really shitty day too and was lookin' to blow off some steam, so we went to the gym.
I ran for AN HOUR. I mean, I didn't even think about it. I just DID IT. I was so mad. I did manage to burn like 480 calaries and run I think like, 4 and a half miles or something.
And I feel mildly calmer.
And that's all I've fucking done lately.
God, I thought I was going to DIE. But I got over it. Then sure enough, it picked up right where it was left off.
And again today.
Long story short, the boy invited me to California (He told me it would be because we're having trouble putting a vacation together, but it turns out it was a reinactment), because he had Tuesday/Wednesday off and only like, 3 hours on Monday and was gonna call in, and I had Monday/Wednesday, and asked me to find someone to take my Tuesday. That way, it would all be peachy-keen. (And by the way, this is no longer the short version.)
Sooo... I spend all day weaseling my way into Tuesday off, and end up getting chewed out by my boss for it (Because apperntly, it isn't done the same way Bass and Mervyn's did it, and I didn't know), just to come home and find out he had asked his Dad before he asked me, and he said no, but then he changed his mind, and now they're going.
But, as if that isn't enough, it's ALL MY FAULT. I got a text message asking why I always have to make things difficult, and how he couldn't believe we were fighting again.
I was genuinely pissed off. More than I have been in a long time.
Poor Justin. I called him crying and he'd had a really shitty day too and was lookin' to blow off some steam, so we went to the gym.
I ran for AN HOUR. I mean, I didn't even think about it. I just DID IT. I was so mad. I did manage to burn like 480 calaries and run I think like, 4 and a half miles or something.
And I feel mildly calmer.