Kiss me for luck / Three little chats
Yesterday night I finally figured out who I needed to talk to. The person who'd listen to me and then ask the right questions, the questions that really matter. I probably should called him sooner, but in the raging confusion of my pocket storm it was my brother who had to remind me of his existence. I called at a highly indecent time for someone who's been AWOL for more than a year, but he didn't seem to care. I'm probably not giving my friends enough credit again, it seems.
Hey J, I don't say this enough because you have the tendency to believe it, but you're The Man and I love you. Thanks again.
After talking to him I finally managed nine hours of sleep after six days of very troubled insomnia. Aaaah.
Then this morning Tim called. He's been sick but having a good time, and doing a good deal of thinking on his own, it seems. He said he knows we're nearing the end, but he has a plan now. He'll get an apartment and go back to school, and live his own life here. I'll help him find an apartment, and then we're through.
In theory.
The most difficult was the talk with my Mom, to be frank. She's been trying to get me to talk to her for days, but I hadn't wanted to because well, she was really not the best person for the kind of talk I needed to have; but today with my thoughts more or less neatly ordered after my talk with J last night, we talked.
Of course, we started to talk about me and Bel and my things in his apartment (a huge issue right now, as far as my mother is concerned). She takes it personally that I haven't gotten around to move out all of my stuff out yet; I don't care about the stuff, Bel doesn't care about the stuff, but you can bet your ass my parents care about the stuff. So of course the conversation quickly distorted to how they (my parents) keep assuming everything I do is just to somehow bother them. And that I would take sides with someone who's out of the family.
We kept a fairly civil tone during our talk though, and she didn't cry much, which was good. But now I keep asking 'are you mad at me?' and she keeps saying no and acting mad.
All in all, I still feel fine. I think things are going to work out.
Hey J, I don't say this enough because you have the tendency to believe it, but you're The Man and I love you. Thanks again.
After talking to him I finally managed nine hours of sleep after six days of very troubled insomnia. Aaaah.
Then this morning Tim called. He's been sick but having a good time, and doing a good deal of thinking on his own, it seems. He said he knows we're nearing the end, but he has a plan now. He'll get an apartment and go back to school, and live his own life here. I'll help him find an apartment, and then we're through.
In theory.
The most difficult was the talk with my Mom, to be frank. She's been trying to get me to talk to her for days, but I hadn't wanted to because well, she was really not the best person for the kind of talk I needed to have; but today with my thoughts more or less neatly ordered after my talk with J last night, we talked.
Of course, we started to talk about me and Bel and my things in his apartment (a huge issue right now, as far as my mother is concerned). She takes it personally that I haven't gotten around to move out all of my stuff out yet; I don't care about the stuff, Bel doesn't care about the stuff, but you can bet your ass my parents care about the stuff. So of course the conversation quickly distorted to how they (my parents) keep assuming everything I do is just to somehow bother them. And that I would take sides with someone who's out of the family.
We kept a fairly civil tone during our talk though, and she didn't cry much, which was good. But now I keep asking 'are you mad at me?' and she keeps saying no and acting mad.
All in all, I still feel fine. I think things are going to work out.
posted by gaby san at
3/30/2005 02:30:00 PM
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