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Earlier tonight, I really blew my top.
I had to work from 4-10. It didn't bother me because I hadn't worked since freakin' last week and I need the hours. From 4-10 I made plans with my brother, Wesley, and Roman to go swimming after work. Paul was going to get off at 10:30ish, Roman at 9 but ended up staying until 10:30, and Wesley until 8. We all said that we were going to swimming together and I was happy. It's not everday we all get to go swimming together, so I was satisfied until 10.
Ten comes and I haul ass home. I get my bathing suit, make some phone calls, get my brother's bathing suit, and leave. Right before I got home to get my stuff, I called Wesley and he told me to call him when we were going to swim, which wouldn't be until everyone was ready. As I was saying, Roman and Paul told me to drive up to Harris Teeter and we would all go to the pool together. Roman and I called Wesley and of course, we don't get a response. Why didn't we get one? Because he was at Ricky's house doing who knows what. We figure we could give it some time before he would call us back, no sweat. Boy were we wrong.
Paul, Roman, and I proceeded to the pool. We called Wesley over and over and Roman and I were angry. He said he was going to go and he lies to us. He ditched us because he was most likely drinking at Ricky's. We stayed at the pool unti 1:30ish and then went to Michael's and went to see if Wesley was going to show up.
About almost 2, Wesley comes home and is drunk as a skunk. He had all this Everclear and some 211 with Ricky. Surprise surprise. I was really angry. I hate it when people make plans with you and instead of going through with those plans, you do something stupid like getting wasted. I would have been cool with it if he had the deceny to call us and say, "Hey guys, I'm a little tipsy and I can't swim, sorry I can't join everyone." I wouldn't have been totally happy with that, but if he had called, I would have been half satisfied. I was sitting on the couch and suddenly, I went into Mike's room where Wesley was and bitched him out and told him to fuck off. I couldn't help it. He's my boyfriend, or is suppossed to be my boyfriend. Last Thursday he has the nerve to tell me he needs a break from me, so I don't speak to him at all for one day and I don't do too much with him since then. If he ever says he needs a break from me, I might have to punch him in the face. Screw that, I'll just dump him. I'm sick of always being second. If you really care about me, I should come before alcohol. His best friend that is always high sees him more than I do. And that reminds me, the only reason he said he wanted a break from me was because I am always at his house. Okay, that's messed up. For one reason, I am his girlfriend and two, one of my best friends is your roommate. Gah, I wanted to scream tonight. He was drunk the rest of the night and I'm really eager if he even talks to me tomorrow or what he says if he calls me. Things need to change and I'm tired of always trying to repair what needs to be fixed. Maybe it's just me, but I believe I deserve an apology. I'm willing to give things another try, but I'm afraid I'll just be let down.
Sorry for all of the bitching in this entry. I never write like this unless I'm fired up. It's past 4:30 in the morning and I'm wide awake. I'm going to try to watch some Nick at Nite and calm down. Hope everyone has a nice Tuesday. If the weather is good, I'm going to the pool, try to get that job at Cheap Seats, and go to Belews Lake with some friends. Hopefully the day will be much better than this one was. Maybe I'll talk to Wesley and be happy?
God Bless everyone.
Peace!
I had to work from 4-10. It didn't bother me because I hadn't worked since freakin' last week and I need the hours. From 4-10 I made plans with my brother, Wesley, and Roman to go swimming after work. Paul was going to get off at 10:30ish, Roman at 9 but ended up staying until 10:30, and Wesley until 8. We all said that we were going to swimming together and I was happy. It's not everday we all get to go swimming together, so I was satisfied until 10.
Ten comes and I haul ass home. I get my bathing suit, make some phone calls, get my brother's bathing suit, and leave. Right before I got home to get my stuff, I called Wesley and he told me to call him when we were going to swim, which wouldn't be until everyone was ready. As I was saying, Roman and Paul told me to drive up to Harris Teeter and we would all go to the pool together. Roman and I called Wesley and of course, we don't get a response. Why didn't we get one? Because he was at Ricky's house doing who knows what. We figure we could give it some time before he would call us back, no sweat. Boy were we wrong.
Paul, Roman, and I proceeded to the pool. We called Wesley over and over and Roman and I were angry. He said he was going to go and he lies to us. He ditched us because he was most likely drinking at Ricky's. We stayed at the pool unti 1:30ish and then went to Michael's and went to see if Wesley was going to show up.
About almost 2, Wesley comes home and is drunk as a skunk. He had all this Everclear and some 211 with Ricky. Surprise surprise. I was really angry. I hate it when people make plans with you and instead of going through with those plans, you do something stupid like getting wasted. I would have been cool with it if he had the deceny to call us and say, "Hey guys, I'm a little tipsy and I can't swim, sorry I can't join everyone." I wouldn't have been totally happy with that, but if he had called, I would have been half satisfied. I was sitting on the couch and suddenly, I went into Mike's room where Wesley was and bitched him out and told him to fuck off. I couldn't help it. He's my boyfriend, or is suppossed to be my boyfriend. Last Thursday he has the nerve to tell me he needs a break from me, so I don't speak to him at all for one day and I don't do too much with him since then. If he ever says he needs a break from me, I might have to punch him in the face. Screw that, I'll just dump him. I'm sick of always being second. If you really care about me, I should come before alcohol. His best friend that is always high sees him more than I do. And that reminds me, the only reason he said he wanted a break from me was because I am always at his house. Okay, that's messed up. For one reason, I am his girlfriend and two, one of my best friends is your roommate. Gah, I wanted to scream tonight. He was drunk the rest of the night and I'm really eager if he even talks to me tomorrow or what he says if he calls me. Things need to change and I'm tired of always trying to repair what needs to be fixed. Maybe it's just me, but I believe I deserve an apology. I'm willing to give things another try, but I'm afraid I'll just be let down.
Sorry for all of the bitching in this entry. I never write like this unless I'm fired up. It's past 4:30 in the morning and I'm wide awake. I'm going to try to watch some Nick at Nite and calm down. Hope everyone has a nice Tuesday. If the weather is good, I'm going to the pool, try to get that job at Cheap Seats, and go to Belews Lake with some friends. Hopefully the day will be much better than this one was. Maybe I'll talk to Wesley and be happy?
God Bless everyone.
Peace!