Happy Fucking Birthday
So, my actual birthday is tomorrow.
My night went well until Jason got home.....I daresay I lost my temper. It would seem that he had agreed to help a friend move. I wouldn't ordinarily object, but certain circumstances made me absolutely lose it. For starters, I was aware of the move, and we were told that it would be at the end of July, you know, like the 30th and the 31st, but this was brought up in April, and not mentioned again til last night. Not so much the end of the month, it would seem. Jason is leaving tonight to go to GAINESVILLE, which, by the way is about seven hours away from here. From there, he will be packing up his friend's house (helping her father, really, who is a wonderful fantastic guy, no sarcasm. He's helped us out before, so how could I really object to us reciprocating the favor?) and going up to fucking TALLAHASSEE, which you may recall is on the opposite end of the fucking state. Look at the picture:
That's roughly 500 miles from me. And that is one-way. This is not to say that I am such a bitch that I wouldn't let him go help out a friend, but where I lost it is when he told me that he had been called by Dave (the friend's father), that he had agreed to go up there, but he suddenly remembered that he "needed to ask me if it was okay." Way to put the fucking pressure on. If he doesn't go, then even the PARENTS of his friends won't like me. Great. So I tell him to go, inspite of the fact I will be spending my birthday physically ALONE. He had apparently reasoned out the fact that since we all had a party last weekend sort of in honor of my birthday, that he was off of the hook for the actual day.
Not the case.
As some of you are well aware, I have a rather large extended family, and anytime that I have lived stateside, they ALL call me on my birthday, so I basically spend the day on the phone talking to random family members, which if I were to try and have a party with friends, my time is basically sucked up by the phone and no fun for the party. So I have gotten into the custom of not telling anyone when my birthday is, just that it is sometime in July, and celebrating it before or after my actual birthday so I can appreciate everyone. I like to spend my actual birthday just relaxing with a few of my closest friends/loved ones, answering the phone at lesiure, and not feeling pressured to keep a crowd of people amused and on the phone all at once.
He knows this...and then puts me on the spot to look like a bitch. I am so fucking pissed with him right now I can't even talk to him. I can talk to anyone else in the world BUT HIM. So....I will be spending my 24th birthday all alone in my apartment. Wheeee. I can't wait....**eye roll**......