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it only takes a week for me to really feel like an ass:
he pulled the "l" word first. he was ready, he was waiting for me.
he's sick, nothing too serious, which explains why he's been so tired.
his family adores me, but i don't adore the way they treat him.
he tells me not to worry, that these fights happen all the time, but i worry because it's not healthy and it's hurting him.
who has parents that tell them that they are a "stubborn jackass who is a real dick sometimes"? that's not right. for one, the name calling isn't appropriate, but that's not the worst part. saying it in front of the girlfriend (aka me)? uh uh, no no, no way is that ok, i don't care who you are.
i'm writing this here because i'm not going to tell it to him, to trevor (i might as well use names, he doesn't even know this journal exists). why? because i haven't been around long enough to judge, and even if i had been, i wouldn't voice my opinion. it's his family, not mine.
his parents think that just because they grew up dirt poor and had to work their tails off for everything they've wanted that he should to. it's almost like they hate him for going to college and getting a good 'white-collar' job. and just for the record, he's worked harder to get where he is than almost anyone i know. his parents never paid for anything once he was old enough to hold down a job. he's constantly being put down, critized, and forced to do work around the house that shouldn't be his responsibility. i have yet to hear his mom say "thank you" or "good job" or really any kind word. he does more for that family than both of his brothers combined (probably his mom rolled in there too) yet he gets flack for staying with me a few days a week because "he's not doing his share around the house."
he doesn't even live there full time!
the only reason he's staying there is because his apartment is getting renovated. and, when you're not there, doesn't "your share" of household chores go down because you're not around to make the messes?
another thing. he has mono. a fairly severe case. the virual kind. meaning there are no antibiotics, the only real cure is rest. rest. doctor's orders. how dare you yell at him for taking a week off (yes, i'm talking to PMSing mom now)?! he won't get better unless he rests. and he won't rest if he's working and you're constantly riding on him to pick up after everyone. it's not his job. you're making it worse, don't you see? can't you tell that you're stressing him out, actually making him physically ill? how can you do that to your own child? he wants to stay at my apartment not just because i'm there, but because it's a stress free environment. no one is going to criticize him for taking a break, getting some much needed rest.
he doesn't hate his family. i don't hate his family. but sometimes it feels like they hate him.
*sigh* i can't focus anymore on this or i'll give myself another migraine. trevor went home today to try and smooth things over (i think it's not the healthiest thing, but that's my opinion; if it's what he thinks he needs to do, then that's fine). i'm just worried.
i'm going to go worry somewhere else now.
he pulled the "l" word first. he was ready, he was waiting for me.
he's sick, nothing too serious, which explains why he's been so tired.
his family adores me, but i don't adore the way they treat him.
he tells me not to worry, that these fights happen all the time, but i worry because it's not healthy and it's hurting him.
who has parents that tell them that they are a "stubborn jackass who is a real dick sometimes"? that's not right. for one, the name calling isn't appropriate, but that's not the worst part. saying it in front of the girlfriend (aka me)? uh uh, no no, no way is that ok, i don't care who you are.
i'm writing this here because i'm not going to tell it to him, to trevor (i might as well use names, he doesn't even know this journal exists). why? because i haven't been around long enough to judge, and even if i had been, i wouldn't voice my opinion. it's his family, not mine.
his parents think that just because they grew up dirt poor and had to work their tails off for everything they've wanted that he should to. it's almost like they hate him for going to college and getting a good 'white-collar' job. and just for the record, he's worked harder to get where he is than almost anyone i know. his parents never paid for anything once he was old enough to hold down a job. he's constantly being put down, critized, and forced to do work around the house that shouldn't be his responsibility. i have yet to hear his mom say "thank you" or "good job" or really any kind word. he does more for that family than both of his brothers combined (probably his mom rolled in there too) yet he gets flack for staying with me a few days a week because "he's not doing his share around the house."
he doesn't even live there full time!
the only reason he's staying there is because his apartment is getting renovated. and, when you're not there, doesn't "your share" of household chores go down because you're not around to make the messes?
another thing. he has mono. a fairly severe case. the virual kind. meaning there are no antibiotics, the only real cure is rest. rest. doctor's orders. how dare you yell at him for taking a week off (yes, i'm talking to PMSing mom now)?! he won't get better unless he rests. and he won't rest if he's working and you're constantly riding on him to pick up after everyone. it's not his job. you're making it worse, don't you see? can't you tell that you're stressing him out, actually making him physically ill? how can you do that to your own child? he wants to stay at my apartment not just because i'm there, but because it's a stress free environment. no one is going to criticize him for taking a break, getting some much needed rest.
he doesn't hate his family. i don't hate his family. but sometimes it feels like they hate him.
*sigh* i can't focus anymore on this or i'll give myself another migraine. trevor went home today to try and smooth things over (i think it's not the healthiest thing, but that's my opinion; if it's what he thinks he needs to do, then that's fine). i'm just worried.
i'm going to go worry somewhere else now.