well, come the week before i'm supposed to move in, i ask her for the key b/c she was leaving for louisiana the thursday before my lease was up and she wasn't going to be home til late sunday night. she said she would and that we would hang out that wednesday before she left. come wednesday, i call her and text her to see what time she wanted to hang out but she never returned my calls or texts. ok, at that point i don't know what's going on so i continue to move my stuff in that weekend by going through the leasing office b/c there was a note in her profile about me moving in, so they let me into the apartment. i get all my shit in there and stay there that saturday night. sunday i went and cleaned my old apartment and came back to my new place to clean up the nasty dishes that kelsey had left in the sink before she left so that she wouldn't have to do them when she came home, and afterwards i took a nap. well i woke up when she gt home and i could tell there was something wrong. i thought something had happened in louisiana and she was still angry about it. NOPE, that wasn't it. she starts laying it into me about how she "doesn't appreciate me going behind her back to get into the apartment" and that i could have waited until she got home... umm, first off, no i couldn't have b/c i needed to be out of there that weekend, not monday. and secondly, wtf?! she wanted me out of there!!! i was doing her a favor by moving in and now she's changed her mind without even telling me until after i've already gotten my stuff into the apartment? she had the audacity of questioning my finances, when she gets monthly checks from daddy for $500 and her mother was able to fill out her FAFSA so she gets money fron the gov't. my father couldn't even fill out my FAFSA b/c he hasn't filed taxes in three years. more was said but it doesn't matter... nothing really matters at this point, things are just fucking up left and right. she won't even talk to me or tell me when a convieniant time would be for me to get my stuff.
i'm staying at a friend's right now until i can figure out what to do.... i don't know what to do, i don't and it's killing me. so..... yeah, hurray for getting dicked over by the people you're supposed to be able to trust.




Love,
Mrs. Sumner
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"Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?".....Mae West
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