Valentine's Day MASSACRE!

[stutteringgypsy]

My Valentine's Day was just terrible. It started out ok, in fact I was quite pleased because I went to talk to my teacher about the test I missed and I can make it up tomorrow =) But then I came home and my roommate called me and said he got into a car accident that morning. My roommate is always in some sort of legal trouble, and can never get out of it. He was arrested a long time ago and has been trying to set everything out ever since, and he was going to get a new tag, and insurance this coming friday after a year of not having anything legal. So, he got into the accident (which wasn't his fault, but the other guy claims it is, so he's going to contest it in court) and he got scared that he will get into a lot more trouble since he doesn't have insurance, and the cop definitely wrote him up for the expired tag, and surprisingly didn't arrest him. Anyway, so I offered to take him to work the rest of the week and I paid for his insurance, since he though it would look better to have it the same day and say he was just switching insurances. So, that happened and when Matt was finally coming home from work he called and I mentioned what happened and he got extremely pissed. He started yelling at me, ofcourse, and bitching that we have money troubles and I go do something stupid like that, and I explained that I offered to do it to try to get him out of trouble, and would've done it for any of my friends, and both my roommate and Matt are getting paid this week, so I'll be paid back. He didn't care, he was stressed out from work and was just generally pissed. When he called I was already searching the room for something I had lost, but when he started yelling at me I became panicked and was frantically searching for it because I knew he would get even more pissed at me if he knew I lost it. I hated that feeling. For a moment, I was actually afraid of him coming home, and my heart jumped in my throat when he opened the door. We didn't say anything to each other and I cowered from him while searching, and he went into the bedroom and slammed the door and I could hear him stomping around the room. After a few minutes, he calls me into the room and apologizes and explains that he was just frustrated, but I didn't feel any better. I was pissed off, and disappointed and angry that he yelled at me again. I didn't want to keep fighting about it on Valentine's Day, so I pretty much said fuck it and got over it, though I made it quite clear that it really upset me. I just thought it was unfair to get yelled at for trying to help a friend. Anyway, so we were gonna go to dinner, but we had to take Ari to his "woman"'s house, so we did that and I got the most terrible migraine and felt sick and wanted to go home. We went home and I got into the bathtub and soaked and then laid in bed for a while. My other roommate and his gf were cooking dinner and Matt was out in the living room eating with them, but by the time I was feeling better they ate all the food, so I got up and got Subway for dinner.
After all that, we decided that we're going to redo Valentin's Day today, and when I get off work tonight we're gonna do dinner and all that fun stuff, and he said he'd have the house nice and ready for when I get home. Nothing wrong with trying again, right?