I guilted my mom right back after that obnoxious email of hers and she apologized and realized she was being an ass. So there’s that.
On the other hand, there is yet again conflict with K, although this time it’s all on him being an ass. He was saying yesterday how he wished I was home and I remarked that it would be very awkward, especially this weekend because of C being there. So he says: “I think that discomfort is all on your end.” Wow, really? So I said I wouldn’t bring it up again because, holy wow…
Then later that day/night, as I’m telling him about the email from my mom he decides that in the middle of serious conversation is the best time to crack jokes. I just said ok and stopped what I was saying. Perhaps he’s sick of all the mom-drama but he can tell me that and I won’t mention it again rather than to make jokes when I’m trying to vent about serious shit that makes me feel bad. It is now the next day, we’re barely talking, we’re 5 days out trip-wise and instead of being happy and squealy and excited, I get to feel crappy.
Oh, did I mention that my downstairs neighbor scolded and yelled at me, saying it’s my fault that the dog got sick and died because I chose to live on the 3rd floor? Jesus fucking Christ. I couldn’t be more happy about leaving this fucking place.
Also, I discovered today that my stuff won’t fit in my bags, so I have to either ship stuff ($110-130) or pay for an extra check-bag ($90) in order to be able to fit it all. K said ship it, he’ll pay. Yeah, no thanks, I don’t need your charity buddyfriend. So, since the bag option is the cheaper one, I think that’s probably what I’ll do. Also, because if I ship stuff, I won’t have a bag for future travel. I mean, obviously I can always buy a bag but that would probably be like paying both of the fees above in the end, you know? So I might as well just pay for the extra bag.