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So, yesterday was my boyfriend's 18th birthday and I went to his house with his family and I actually had fun despite the fact his mom and sister were there. They were actually nice and friendly to me. It was fun. All I ate was a cheeseburger and I think his mom is worried about me now. She kept trying to get me to eat more. And drink more. But it was fun. He loved what I got him: a new capo for his guitar (from my dad really), The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, more Kirra (my favorite cologne), a Jimi Hendrix poster, a picture of us from prom in a pretty frame, and a card I made him. :) We really did have fun.
But my abusive stepdad made my dad paranoid so we left early and guess what? I COULD HAVE STAYED LONGER!!!!! Grr.
Today, he's teaching at fellowship which is like church, but it's not. Like, a group that doesn't like going to church goes to someone's house and they teach about the Bible and such. Corban REALLY wanted me to go today because he's teaching and I calm him. I told him to call me at 9:15 when he woke up this morning and I'd ease him. Well, at 10:18 he called saying he was leaving. He didn't call because he was worried about teaching today and he didn't think of me. His exact words. He didn't think of me? Even at my stress peak, I think of him. I mean... the person I love more than life itself was worried about something and forgot me? If he can't remember me... why do I even care? I mean really. I don't know. I'm probably overreacting, but I mean... it's just like, why bother? I don't know. Words of advice: don't forget a suicide-cutting-purging-anorexic-prone depressed person.
Of course, I love him still, lol, but it saddened me. A lot. :(
Well... this weekend has been okay only because of Corban. :)