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FEELINGS OVERVIEW: RUTTING MAD
Alright, I'm gonna start by saying that everything that occurs in the last couple of days has been exacerbated by the fact that it feels like Gorgrael is trying claw his way out of my womb. This is the first shitty feeling that I'll mention, because it makes everything else worse, and I don't even usually GET cramps for more than half a day or so.
Sooo, three days ago Mum and Dad mention that they are sick of my boyfriend "living here". (I stay at his place at least as often as he does at mine). This is an issue that arises sporadically and overall inconsistently. Most of the time they're fine, and if during fine-time I ask if he can come over/stay for dinner, they go "Oh, yeah, fine, don't even have to ask, etc." but occasionally (i.e. a couple of days a month) they'll get a massive bitch on and decide they can't stand having him around.
Because of this, the next day I stay home, and Boyfriend stays at his place. I'm not bitter or anything at this point, because I am generally easy-going and try to avoid annoying people, particularly my parents. That evening, they call me in and have exactly the same talk all over again. They tell me they don't like him being here when no-one else is:
>This has happened a grand total of twice in the 10 months we've been dating, and the second time it was because he didn't have his car with him and Mum insisted on taking me out shopping for "girl time" without him.
That they don't like him taking food from the cupboards without asking:
>He really doesn't; I offer him food as a host, he eats basically what I give him/suggest when we're at my place
That they don't like that he sits on the computer and doesn't interact with the family:
>Basic rundown of my typical family evening without Boyfriend:
>I'm on my laptop
>Mum's on her laptop
>Big Little Brother is on his netbook or the new desktop
>Little Little Brother is on his DS, the new desktop, or watching TV
>Dad's on the old desktop, the new desktop, or watching TV
>Everyone's in different rooms
When Boyfriend is there, he just behaves the same damn way everyone else does.
So, I suggest that they tell HIM this, not me. They say it'll be embarrassing, but they'll do it. During this discussion, I find out that Dad thinks Boyfriend is a complete loser. I am a bit hurt, and very annoyed, but I let it slide because that's kinda what dads do.
The next night (last night, in case you're not following at this point. Also, this is the day a tiny goblin starts scraping out my uterus with a sharpened spoon), I'm home, and Boyfriend works until nine. It's about a 20 minute drive from his work to my house, so at about quarter to nine, I ask if it's okay if he comes over, and we can have this chat. To my eyes, I explain, it seems pretty dodgy that they treat him nicely when he's here, never complain to him or tell him not to do anything, or to do anything, and then when he isn't here, bitch to me about him. I kinda want an answer to whether he can come round quickly, so I can tell him before he, y'know, GETS THERE. Instead, Mum and Dad start this huge discussion about how they don't feel they should have to talk to him. He's my responsibility. Guests should know the rules of the house without being told. It will be uncomfortable.
At this point I'm quite pissed off because they said the last night that they'd talk to him, and now they're chickening out because, like the rest of my gorram family, they are complete cowards about confrontation.
Then Dad does what he always does, and turns a reasonable discussion into a personal attack. I've only found out the day before that he thinks Boyfriend is "a bit odd", and I've known for some time that they both think he lacks drive. Now Dad says that he doesn't want to say anything to Boyfriend because:
>He'll just react the same way he does to everything else:
>ADURRRR
>pulls stereotypical-mentally-retarded face, including spastic-esque hand-to-shoulder slapping
I. Am. Dumbfounded.
Briefly.
Then give the most appropriate, but probably the least helpful response to that kind of juvenile offensive shite coming from my fucking father about the man I'm in love with - WHO IS ACTUALLY VERY CLEVER, just quiet and FUCK, I didn't think Dad would be like that, given that he has three very clever, very weird kids himself:
>FUCK. YOU.
>SERIOUSLY. WHAT THE FUCK. ARE YOU ELEVEN?
>UGH.
I pick up my computer and three days worth of clothes, and get the hell out of there. I'd like to note that at this point Mum gave him a disgusted look and left as well, so I don't harbour nearly as much burning rage towards her right now as I do Dad.
God, I can't wait 'til I earn more than trainee wages and can hightail the fuck out of there.
The only good thing about last night? Watched The Impossible Astronaut. I mean wow, could there BE any more sexual tension between the Doctor and River? I might be wrong, but I thought it used to be sliiightly more subtle. NOT THAT I AM COMPLAINING. UNF.
tl;dr
Parents treat Boyfriend like family to his face, but pull Harvey Dent levels of two-faced shit behind his back, and won't confront their own problems. I rageface. Doctor Who is fucking awesome.
Woah, long post is loooooong. Sorry.
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