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stress that isn't mine.
2010-09-03 @ 3:20 p.m.
the only workout i've done in about a week now has been sex. though that's awesome, i need to keep up on my routine. i have noticed not only a huge difference in the way clothes are fitting, but in little things like lifting my fat cat or carrying a basket of groceries. so much easier. no need to switch arms anymore because one is "tired." i actually have a pretty hot bicep, which will look even hotter when i lose more weight and it's just muscle and skin. patience. today i'm on my way to meet my friend for lunch and boy calls me all freaking out because his mother has pretty much fucked her life up completely and wants him to help her out. i never really went into it here, because it was such a long aggravating story, but he got kicked out of his mom's house and moved in with me because his mom was being shady as fuck, dating this guy who sold oxy as his job and stole money from her, and was treating him (my bf) like shit because he disapproved of his mom's boyfriend. he also was patching some walls in her room over a period of a few weeks and noticed an alarming amount of pill bottles in her room, and when shit went down with scumbag, he called her on it. she totally blew up over that. there was so much more involved, but long story short, he said, "clearly you don't give a shit about me and you're choosing your fucking boyfriend over your own child, so goodbye," and called it a day with his mom. she texted him and apologized for being so selfish and ridiculous a month or so later, and we presumed it was because her scumbag boyfriend left. they were slowly repairing their relationship, because "you only get one mother," and i'm not one for burning bridges in life, so even though she was totally wrong, i said that it was probably the right thing to do to be civil with her. two days ago, he came home and told me that his mom called him in the middle of the night (like 2am) but he missed the call, so he called her back in the morning on the way to work and she was asking if she could borrow 250-300 dollars so she could "get out of town and get her head together." she also mentioned that she "got into some trouble with drugs" and "borrowed" some money (meaning, she stole it) from her boss of 20+ years but couldn't replace it in time, so he fired her. we were thinking, i don't know where the fuck she thinks she's going to go on $300, and i told him he'd better not give her a damn dollar because that sounds like crazy drug addict talk. i know it, believe me, and ever since he mentioned all those pill bottles, i had a sneaking suspicion about her. he told her he'd meet her on thursday, but he didn't have any money (which he doesn't; he's barely surviving on $70 a week for the past few weeks). thursday came around and she said she couldn't meet, so they'd do it friday (today). so a couple hours ago, he's on his way over to her house and calls to see if she's home, and she says no, she's actually in kentucky because scumbag wouldn't leave her house, and she's sorry she lied but she actually just stopped going to work, stole over $15,000 from her boss but he doesn't know yet, and is addicted to heroin (what my bf was addicted to back in high school, before rehab). she asks if bf can go over to her house and see if scumbag is still there, so she can know whether or not to call the police to have him removed. i told him i was kind of scared for him, because that scumbag obviously is invovled in some shady dealings and probably knows shady people, but he said he was calling his uncle to go with him. so here we are. i'm waiting to hear from him because i'm worried and terrified that something might happen because that scumbag is that kind of person. i just want him to come home and forget about all of this. i told him the first day, when she called to ask to borrow money, that sometimes you need to divorce yourself from situations, and this is definitely one of them. she made her choice in june, and she chose that drug dealer. there's a difference between being civil and being involved. so, i think where i was going with this was i'm exhausted, and this is ridiculous. i don't need this. |