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So spring break went well. I spent a week straight with Rob. It was great and just what we needed after 6 months of this barely seeing each other thing. I pretty much lived at his house over break. It's a weird situation. I don't feel comfortable in his house as far as a home goes. His brother is always overworked and hostile to everyone and his girlfriend always seems to follow suit. It's hard to feel at home in a place where you're scared that your every footstep is going to make someone blow up at you.
On the other hand, my house feels less and less like home lately. Not that my family doesn't love me or treat me like they always have, I just feel more like a visitor every time I'm there. It's probably because I haven't slept in my own bed in months and my room is currently being used as my mom's scrapbooking storage room.
Things with the boy are going well. Every day I'm with him I feel myself falling more and more. I love to look at him, smell him, sleep next to him. I'm fairly addicted to him and being away again is incredibly hard to do.
My one complaint is the fact that the boy does not know how to grow up. He's 25 years old but I have him beat in mental maturity by a few years. I found myself slipping into domestic mode over break. I was cooking and cleaning and all that fun jazz. He focused on his videogames. He manages to spend $200 more than he actually has in his bank account, which adds up to a couple hundred dollars in overdraft fees. This is only a month or so after finding one of his G.I. Bill checks (for $1000). I was under the impression he had saved most of it, but obviously not. My instinct is to mother him right now. I've been told not to, but I want him out of his horrible mess of debt and bad credit and it seems like the only way to do it is if I step in. The boy obviously can't manage his own money yet, and I'd rather not watch my boy starve to death because he has -$260 in his bank account and the only groceries he has are the cereal, eggs, bread, and milk that I bought him. I don't know, we'll see.
On the other hand, the sex is still great.
On the other hand, my house feels less and less like home lately. Not that my family doesn't love me or treat me like they always have, I just feel more like a visitor every time I'm there. It's probably because I haven't slept in my own bed in months and my room is currently being used as my mom's scrapbooking storage room.
Things with the boy are going well. Every day I'm with him I feel myself falling more and more. I love to look at him, smell him, sleep next to him. I'm fairly addicted to him and being away again is incredibly hard to do.
My one complaint is the fact that the boy does not know how to grow up. He's 25 years old but I have him beat in mental maturity by a few years. I found myself slipping into domestic mode over break. I was cooking and cleaning and all that fun jazz. He focused on his videogames. He manages to spend $200 more than he actually has in his bank account, which adds up to a couple hundred dollars in overdraft fees. This is only a month or so after finding one of his G.I. Bill checks (for $1000). I was under the impression he had saved most of it, but obviously not. My instinct is to mother him right now. I've been told not to, but I want him out of his horrible mess of debt and bad credit and it seems like the only way to do it is if I step in. The boy obviously can't manage his own money yet, and I'd rather not watch my boy starve to death because he has -$260 in his bank account and the only groceries he has are the cereal, eggs, bread, and milk that I bought him. I don't know, we'll see.
On the other hand, the sex is still great.