BuildingShadows

I've got a job interview Monday and I am super excited. I'm going to bust out my charisma and charm and get this job. After loads and loads of bad news and stress and fear and anger and injustices, I needed this. So I can relax and enjoy my weekend full of petting zoos and carnivals and parades and family and Miles. I am very happy about this.

Today, Miles and I have been dating two months. That's not a lot of time, but it's been the greatest two months of my life. He really is the best thing that's ever happened to me and I am a better person for knowing him. I know what you're thinking, where is the 'but?' There isn't one, I feel only love and happiness about Miles. The negative feelings are all about my dad, he wonders why I don't respect him. He marauds around the house angry all the time with no respect for anyone else because "his leg hurts." Then he wonders why I snap back, why my tone of voice isn't exactly appreciative. No, I have my reasons and I'm not going to take shit

So this morning I woke up at nine to my mom on the couch, fall-over-drunk. She continued to drink until one while berating me on how she thinks I'm gay and I'm useless. I'm not gay and I no longer believe myself useless. So in my near-tears state I posted a one-sentence post on facebook. So everyone flipped a lid and wants me to take it down and on and on. So I'm deactivating it. If I can.