Today David and I fought, and one of the things he said to me was, “are you going to put this in your blog?”
The answer is no. I’m not sure what to write/what NOT to write on a blog. I write what I feel, and if perhaps it should be censored, I create a password for it. I don’t usually put arguments of my relationship into the blog because I know that’s a very private arena, not only for me, but for David as well. I have to respect his feelings. I have to respect a lot of people’s feelings. This is, after all, a very public blog. Anyone could stumble upon it.
That being said, there is a good pile of stuff labeled “highly important” that I never yak about. However, my fuse was cut short today and I cannot resist letting off some steam. The subject?
My mother.
Yes, I love her. I do, and I would not want anyone else for a mother. But god, sometimes I just want to scream at her.
Okay, as stated in previous blogs, my boyfriend is poor. Look at my blog The Princess and the Poor Boy for reference. He doesn’t have much. Shit, who am I kidding? He doesn’t even have food! He eats at my house because he seriously cannot afford to go grocery shopping. Yes, this is a sad reality. But I don’t mind. My entire family and I all know his difficult situation. We, on the other hand, are well-off. We have enough food in this house to feed the required 7 people, plus two more.
Today I told David to bring over his laundry because all his clothes were dirty and we’d get it done faster together. No biggie, two loads of clothes, that’s 2 cups of detergent and maybe a cup of softener…anyway, he goes to work and I come downstairs later to finish up the load when my mother goes…
“Honey, is that David’s laundry?”
“Yes….”
“Doesn’t he have his own washing machine?”
“Yes….but he doesn’t have money for detergent or softener…”
“Well, honey, he’s practically moving in! I mean, you know? Come on…”
Come on? COME ON???? YOU come on!!! Oh, I got SO mad.
No, he’s not ‘practically moving in.’ He has his own place to sleep at that he pays $500 a month for on minimum hourly wage. OF COURSE HE HAS NO MONEY LEFT!!!!!!!!!
This isn’t the first time she or some members of my family have been snooty. I HATE how my parents act like, “oh, this stuff is OURS.” Excuse me, but we are incredibly well-off, and my boyfriend is trying to study to become a nurse and is paying way too much rent for a single room. Can’t we offer him a little help without freaking out????
Just so angry.
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