Not falling apart
Okay. Advice.
Marek has been planning to come for Christmas here for 5 months. My whole family has known and planned his arrival. He had to come here because he had only 6 days off. Nonetheless, he's cranky mom still demanded he go to Czech Republic. In the end though, it was impossible and my house of course was the sensible option. Anyway, about two or three weeks ago it was decided that he would quit hockey in Canada and go back to Czech Republic to play and so that he could continue with his school. This is a good thing. He was still coming here before flying back and in fact he was going to see if he could stay a few days longer since he no longer had to be back to Quebec to play. Moral of the story is, it's 4 days until his supposed arrival here and he has no ticket and no telling when his agent, coach or himself will pull things together. So the last few days I've been worrying and angry and sad and so many things. But I always knew he would find a way to get here, because he knows how much it means to me. (Hello, we haven't seen eachother in other 5 months.. and since he's moving back- we won't see eachother for longer, plus a 6 hour time difference to complicate communication.) Well the phone just rang and he was in such a good mood and being sweet and happy like he typically is, and briefly in the conversation he notes that... he was talking to crazy phsyco marek-loving Mom. He said with great admiration for his dear sweet Mom that she understands it will be hard to get him a ticket to see me. So he should fly straight to Czech. And that she will buy me a ticket to fly there for a week after my Christmas with family and before I go back to school. This is a problem for many reasons. First... I don't want to go. This year my whole family will be together for Christmas, I'm not leaving them. Second, I WORK. I have a full schedule that I CLEARED for Marek already during a black-out period, and I can't somehow skip another 40 hours the remainder of my break. Yet when I say this he replied with "Oh I know it's difficult but you have to do what's important" WHAT'S IMPORTANT is I always am the one sacrificing. And I'm not at all this time. Gahhhhhh.
Marek has been planning to come for Christmas here for 5 months. My whole family has known and planned his arrival. He had to come here because he had only 6 days off. Nonetheless, he's cranky mom still demanded he go to Czech Republic. In the end though, it was impossible and my house of course was the sensible option. Anyway, about two or three weeks ago it was decided that he would quit hockey in Canada and go back to Czech Republic to play and so that he could continue with his school. This is a good thing. He was still coming here before flying back and in fact he was going to see if he could stay a few days longer since he no longer had to be back to Quebec to play. Moral of the story is, it's 4 days until his supposed arrival here and he has no ticket and no telling when his agent, coach or himself will pull things together. So the last few days I've been worrying and angry and sad and so many things. But I always knew he would find a way to get here, because he knows how much it means to me. (Hello, we haven't seen eachother in other 5 months.. and since he's moving back- we won't see eachother for longer, plus a 6 hour time difference to complicate communication.) Well the phone just rang and he was in such a good mood and being sweet and happy like he typically is, and briefly in the conversation he notes that... he was talking to crazy phsyco marek-loving Mom. He said with great admiration for his dear sweet Mom that she understands it will be hard to get him a ticket to see me. So he should fly straight to Czech. And that she will buy me a ticket to fly there for a week after my Christmas with family and before I go back to school. This is a problem for many reasons. First... I don't want to go. This year my whole family will be together for Christmas, I'm not leaving them. Second, I WORK. I have a full schedule that I CLEARED for Marek already during a black-out period, and I can't somehow skip another 40 hours the remainder of my break. Yet when I say this he replied with "Oh I know it's difficult but you have to do what's important" WHAT'S IMPORTANT is I always am the one sacrificing. And I'm not at all this time. Gahhhhhh.