RAWR BEAR SMASH
So. People make me angry.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT
When I called her about the initial breakup, my aunt immediately held up her room to me, as she had recently moved back down into the converted garage. Naturally I accepted, estatic over the fact that I will have an actual room again, rather than a crawl space that my grandma once used for her sewing room. I assure you this is no exaggeration when I say HOLY SHIT THIS PLACE IS TINY.
Anyway.
I have been calling my aunt fairly regularly to give her updates on the moving situation. Few days ago, I said that if possible I wanted to be out of here by mid June. Earlier today, I called her to tell her that I have had it confirmed that it will infact be the First of June. I did not receive any negative reaction to make me concerned, so I went along my merry little way.
I call her later in the evening, to ask her what the size of the room is. Her response is " I have some bad news."
Oh, Shit, I think. Grandpa is dead.
"Sandy is coming to live with us for a few months."
WHEW, I first think. Then I ask who the hell is Sandy, and do I still get the room? She tells me some story so fast I can't understand it: something about going to court, and losing her housing over it. And then, the punch:
"You'll have your old room(aka the closet), for just a few months."
Well, that pretty much broke my calm. I told her that no WAY is she going back on this, giving this room to a person who isn't even family, while I get hosed again? NO WAY, JOSE. Besides, knowing the type she hangs out with, 2 months will turn into two decades. So no. Only I yelled it, godamnit. The screw will be on the other person this time.
She then has a minor breakdown on the phone, saying shes had a terrible day and cant handle people yelling at her, and fine, just FINE, I can have the room. Well yah know what? That little Missy I call Aunt hasn't had a good day since I had my first period. I think it's fair to say that I love her to bits but on THIS one, I so do not care. You don't go back on a promise like that, and you don't chump the only family member other than your Dad that gives two shits about you over your so-called friend. Wake the hell up.
So argh, I hate having to do that to people, but I NEED that space. Some level of privacy and normalcy, and I am not getting that taken away from me. This could mean, however, that I am on my own when I am moving my stuff out of the truck.... but In this case, I think I will suffer for it and be glad.
Anyway, Sorry for that folks. Just needed to publicly air some laundry is all. ^^.
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAANT
When I called her about the initial breakup, my aunt immediately held up her room to me, as she had recently moved back down into the converted garage. Naturally I accepted, estatic over the fact that I will have an actual room again, rather than a crawl space that my grandma once used for her sewing room. I assure you this is no exaggeration when I say HOLY SHIT THIS PLACE IS TINY.
Anyway.
I have been calling my aunt fairly regularly to give her updates on the moving situation. Few days ago, I said that if possible I wanted to be out of here by mid June. Earlier today, I called her to tell her that I have had it confirmed that it will infact be the First of June. I did not receive any negative reaction to make me concerned, so I went along my merry little way.
I call her later in the evening, to ask her what the size of the room is. Her response is " I have some bad news."
Oh, Shit, I think. Grandpa is dead.
"Sandy is coming to live with us for a few months."
WHEW, I first think. Then I ask who the hell is Sandy, and do I still get the room? She tells me some story so fast I can't understand it: something about going to court, and losing her housing over it. And then, the punch:
"You'll have your old room(aka the closet), for just a few months."
Well, that pretty much broke my calm. I told her that no WAY is she going back on this, giving this room to a person who isn't even family, while I get hosed again? NO WAY, JOSE. Besides, knowing the type she hangs out with, 2 months will turn into two decades. So no. Only I yelled it, godamnit. The screw will be on the other person this time.
She then has a minor breakdown on the phone, saying shes had a terrible day and cant handle people yelling at her, and fine, just FINE, I can have the room. Well yah know what? That little Missy I call Aunt hasn't had a good day since I had my first period. I think it's fair to say that I love her to bits but on THIS one, I so do not care. You don't go back on a promise like that, and you don't chump the only family member other than your Dad that gives two shits about you over your so-called friend. Wake the hell up.
So argh, I hate having to do that to people, but I NEED that space. Some level of privacy and normalcy, and I am not getting that taken away from me. This could mean, however, that I am on my own when I am moving my stuff out of the truck.... but In this case, I think I will suffer for it and be glad.
Anyway, Sorry for that folks. Just needed to publicly air some laundry is all. ^^.