Interrupted

My Life Thus Far
2016-09-18 07:23:45 (UTC)

I'm Such A Weird Creature

I truly wish I knew how to get my mother in law to stop texting me. I don't want to cause any tension or stress between Snookums and his parents, but holy fuck. I'm sick of waking up in the morning to passive aggressive/bossy/manipulative/condescending/"concerned"/you name it texts from her. On top of having to put up with her meddling in our lives, she insists that I text her back immediately and constantly wants to know what we're doing with out lives. I'd like to kindly reminder her that we're adults, and we'll do as we damn well please. Unless she's paying my bills (which she isn't), I owe her no explanations for shit... but how do I tell her that? The way she talks to me reminds me of my mother, and she was unceremoniously cut out of my life. I can't do that in this situation, because it isn't my parent. I'm stuck.

So, that's what I woke up to. More "what is Jason doing with his life" texts. I'm tired of defending him. I'm tired of explaining myself and our life. I'm tired of hypothesizing what I'll be doing with my life in 3 years - what he'll be doing in 3 years. I'm tired of answering all her prying questions. I just want her to leave us alone. I ended up running late, getting no smoothie, no breakfast, no coffee and still getting blown up with texts as I walked it work. It was a stressful morning. Thank goodness for Saturday traffic. I was busy all day, and didn't have time to think too much about how pissed I am about this situation. Of course I have plenty of time now, and the impending dread of what I'll wake up to tomorrow.

The highlight of my day was running into all the people who haven't seen by new bangs yet. I'm getting nothing but positive feedback! Every time I pass a mirror I'm still a little taken back by my reflection. I look so "fun" (as one of my coworkers put it). I feel very stylish/fashionable/on trend. I feel like I've got some personality and spunk. It's not that classic mushroom-shaped curly fro that every curly girl of an ethnic persuasion has. I'm one of a small percentage brave enough to attempt the curly bang. It makes styling my hair so much more fun, too!

I got a message from dad today. He'll be flying home from Alaska in a few days. I was kind of shocked when he said he'd be coming home on the 20th. I even asked him if he meant THIS month. For some reason I thought he was coming home in October. I wish he'd given me more notice so I could have taken a couple days off, but it's no big deal. His arrival time is nestled between shifts, so it won't be too difficult getting him home from the airport and still making it to work. I'm slightly concerned about getting used to him being here again. I can't say I ever felt truly comfortable with our living arrangement, but it was no fault of his. I'm such a weird creature. I can't believe I used to be nervous about using my blender to make smoothies, like I'm 5 and need to be very quiet like when I was a kid and mother dearest was sleeping. He doesn't care, but I'm sure I'll still obsess about it again. Ugh... life is hard.




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