Yesterday my aunt came over and told me it looks like I’m losing weight. Everyone has been telling me that these days, and in high hopes I step on the scale. Nope. Not a single pound lost. How does this weight loss thing work, anyway?
Lately David and I have been talking extensively about the future. Whether he should stay and go to school here in Chicago, or live in California for a couple years and complete school there. Whether, if he does fly to Cali, we should stay together or not. 2 years is a long time to be alone, besides the infrequent trips around important times of the year to see one another. We are nowhere near finished talking about this subject, nor is it anywhere near decided.
But what is at least 40% decided is that he is going to move back in with his mother and step-dad. He moved out this past March because, well, he couldn’t take it anymore. His mother was literally constantly telling him he wasn’t good for anything, he wasn’t responsible, he was wasting his time with school etc. An ego can only take so much abuse, and so he left with the hopes of starting a more optimistically-sponsored life. Well, this optimistic life has become extremely pessimistic due to the lack of his financial income. He pays $500 rent per month working a $7.75/hour job and frankly, he can’t make ends meet anymore. Oh, and did I mention he gets splitting headaches from his smoking roommate?
Ever since he moved out his mother has been begging him to move back, and though he would love to take her up on the offer we are both skeptic. Has her attitude really changed? Has she finally seen what her son is capable of? He is earning his CNA certificate and living alone. Does she think he’s responsible now?
There’s not just her to worry about, either. It’s the step-dad. I won’t go into detail, but David’s step-dad freaked out when he found out we were having sex. Although he has apologized to both of us for his past rash actions, we are wondering if anything has really changed. Only time will tell, I suppose.
Today I’ve got voice from 2:00-3:00, and I desperately need to wash clothes and clean my room.
