Ok, so as a very fe of you know, I'm looking into moving out of my house. Things with my mother are going totally ape-shit. And trust me I don't mean the good way!!! I can prove it!!!!

I forget if I ever mentioned how my mother feels about me losing my old job at Wal-mart. Well to give a little background on the subject, I had my appendix out at the butt end of summer, right before school started. That meant I needed to take some time off so I could heal a little bit more. I was a cashier and would be doing a lot of twisting and turned and lifting, not cool when you've just had some pretty major surgery going through your stomach muscles and taking a simple pee is painful! So I come back after a month or so, things are fine. That is until a week after coming back, I trip and fall on my stairs severely spraining my ankle, or atleast that's what the doctor's said. They never took an x-ray so never saw if something was broken/dislocated. Considering I used ot dance, I would sprain my ankle dozens of times in the year so much so I got desensitized to the pain of a sprain, this way more pain than a simple sprain, I'm failrly certian I broke or dislocated something. Anyways, my manager basically told me f*ck off till my ankle was better (more interesting words were said as well). So that's what I did. Not even a week later she calls me asking me where the hell I was and why I wasn't showing up for work. That was the straw that broke the donkey's back. I decided right there that this wasn't a place I wanted to work. So I quit. Apparently they didn't get my letter of resignation, because they kept calling then sent a letter saying they were going to fire me on December 24 if I didn't talk to them before then... Yup Merry Christmas to me from my ex-workplace!!

I learned later that my mother was "ashamed and disgusted by how I lost MY job". Yup SHE was ashamed by how I lost MY job. Doesn't make sense but whatever... So I started looking for jobs. Had a few interviews, but never a call back. That was until 2 weeks ago. I found this position at a local restraunt that I've heard really good reviews for. AND my mother applied as a manager way back when the restraunt was being built. Unfortunate for her the construction was going slower than she could wait. She needed a job some where in the realm of ASAP and the restraunt wasn't going to be ready ASAP. So she went off for a different job. I told her I put in my application and had an interview the coming Monday, what does she say? "Well management is filled with sexual assaulters and psychopaths". Well that naturally freaks me out.. Hello I'm a rape victim here sexual assaulters is not a cool thing to deal with! But I decided I would go to the interview and try my luck.

The guy LOVED me and would have offered me the job on the spot, but he had like 30 other people still to interview. So he couldn't. Turns out he hired me. Why is hired in past tense you ask? Well because I may have lost the job.... No I didn't do something stupid and kill a patron or a fellow employee.... Nope, he called last Thursday, I didn't respond, He called last Sunday, the day of my orientation for my job... I didn't respond. Why on God's green earth would I not respond to phone calls about a job? Because my mother checked the phone messages when she got home, saved the messages but didn't tell me. Ok she did tell me... this past Thursday night (March 4). So I listened to the messages, it appeared like he had called me Thursday and not a week ago. So I called yesterday afternoon (March 5) and he's all confused and wtf why didn't you call me. Little did I know at that point that he had called atleast a week ago about all this. He's busy because it's still during his lunch rush (he's a restraunt it's a Friday it's all good) so he says call back around 7:30-8pm that night. I plan to, even though it's my little brother's birthday dinner I was going to talk to him let him know and make the phone call. Low and behold we're going to Missisauga for dinner with my Grandparents.... We live like 2 hours away... That'll be long distance charges on my phone... I haven't been working.... But I do it anyways. He basically told me I have to wait atleast another week if he can even get another orientation done with even more people he's hiring... But he can't guarentee my job! So basically my mother screwed me out of a job...

But I know why. She's bitter because she wanted to work at this restraunt but didin't, plus she knows I'm trying to move out. If you could tell by previous messages on here I don't exactly like my mother much anymore. If you coudln't tell you may need to get your brains checked (I kid!!). So she's trying to cripple my attempts to move out. Because I can't rent an apartment if I don't hav emoney, and I can't have mnoney if I don't have a job.. Which means I'll stay here and continue to be my mothers bitch, and whipping post. Which I'm not going to be doing... I don't care anymore. I'm going to be fighting for this job. But the guy might not believe me, and think it's just some stupid pathetic excuse for fucking up. I really need and want this job...

Ok, I'm probably going to get flamed for this but I don't really care I'm saying the way I feel, and I've had nearly 30 people agree with the way I feel... and only about 1 person say I'm stupid for the way I feel... This is most likely going to be a REALLY long post, I'm sorry about that. I'm also probably going to get yelled at for doing all this typing on my busted wrist, but I've wanted to post this for nearly 3 weeks and not had the time, then wrecked my wrist and now it needs to come out before my head explodes...

Ok I've got a really good friend, last year at the beginning of the school year (september october area of 2008) he came out. He's gay. Everyone who was close to him was like "TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH!!". Now to explain that way of thought. This kid is the stereotypical gay, minus that annoying lisp. He's way over the top, extremely feminine and all these things. So everyone who even know him for like 30 seconds thought he was gay, but he thought he was straight. So he finally came out. We were (and still am) happy for him. Only problem was that his parents weren't supportive. They actually started to become abusive. Granted it wasn't physical. They weren't talking to him, not doing anything for him. And stopped saying "I love you" before he'd leave for school/part time job. I realize on this site, that kind of abuse seems like peanuts to us, given what has happened to us, but that's not the point. Now he dealt with this abuse for a few weeks under the teenaged fog of "it'll get better, they just need time to adjust". Sadly this was not true, he needed to get out, even if it was just for a week.

At this point I was home sick from school and work because I had mono and was extremely sick, and should have been in the hospital (may explain in another entry we'll see) he texts my phone and I tell my mom what's happening. (Him and I had dated at some point before this and he was close with my family) So my mom picks him up from school he grabs clothes and stuffs and stays the weekend. Things with his parents die down and things are fine again. Fast forward about a year (so september/october 2009) things get bad, infact worse than they were the first time. This time he's decided he's going to move out, find his own apartment and get out of there. Only problem, other than not having an apartment lined up, the money for rent/food etc. Again my family swoops in and saves his poor behind. He needs time to get on student funding for this kind of thing from the government. And then start looking for housing that falls in his budget. We all thought this would take a few weeks to a couple months at the most.

Well it's not February... If I've counted correctly that's 5 months approx. Things were fine for a while, I won't lie. It was kind of fun. Only problem is, a couple weeks before he moved in, we (my mother brother and I, my parents are divorcing) moved into a semi-detached home where the basement is rented out to a university student. Now that means we have the main level and and upstairs. We only have 3 bedrooms. So he gets the short stick and has to bunk out on the couch in our living room area. That seemed fine with him, because this was going to be for a very short time period.

This is where it starts getting hairy. He keeps saying he's got places lined up and he'll be moving out on X day. Said day would come and go, and guess what!! He's still on our couch. He'd make up some bull shit excuse and start the process again. This has happened atleast 20 times now. Most recently he said he was going to move up north to sudbury. He plans to go to a university up there and decided that he'd move there in March/April have a few months to get familiar with the area, find a job etc. Then start school..... Guess what happened to that idea! If you guessed he went early... Sorry you're wrong... If you guessed he made up some bull shit excuse and he's not moving and is still on my couch... DING DING DING DING DING!!! We have a winner! That's exactly whats happening.

Again I understand the job and real estate market is looking like crap since this whole recession thing started. So I knew going into this it was going to take a bit of extra time to find a place and have the money and everything. That was fine. But then my mom comes up with this "great idea". Now let me set the "scene" for you. I'm in a 10x8 room... that's not big, I'm used to having atleast DOUBLE that for my room. I also have my pet rabbit living in the room with me. There isn't a lot of room, I'm a girl I've got a million pounds of clothing and need every inch of space I can get my hands on for all my random "girly stuff". In order to help with this issue we got me what's known as a loft bed. For those who don't know what a loft bed is, think of a bunk bed, but get rid of the bottom bunk. That's a loft bed. I love my bed, it's a queen, it's huge, and comfy and I wouldn't change it for the world (ok maybe I'd take my boyfriend's bed.....). Now under my bed is my desk, I haven't used it since we moved because it's currently still got tons of crap from the move on it. I'm still trying to figure out where I'm going to be putting everything come full unpack so I haven't used my desk. My mom in her brilliancy says we can get rid of my desk "because I never use it" and put a small futon down there. That was my friend can have an actual room.... I'm sorry, when did my room become OUR room?!?!

I have no problem with different sexualities. If you're male and like other guys, awesome, like girls, awesome, are you transsexual, awesome. I DON'T CARE WHAT PART OF THE HUMAN BODY YOU LIKE! But when it starts encroaching on my personal space we have an issue. I've come home some nights and see my friend and his boyfriend pretty much going at it on my couch. That's not ok with me.. And I don't want that happening in what is my room. I've been having issues with the kid living in my house for months now, and no one has listened to me one bit, except for my boyfriend and his family. I spend more time at his place than I do at my own house because being at my house makes me soo miserable it isn't funny. Now if the plan my mother had made went through I could be pissed off with something that happened in relation to my friend (the mooch) and want to be female and freak out and throw a small hissy fit, cry, throw things, slam doors, etc. But can't... because he'd be on his bed in my room, under my bed. And well that's uncomfortable at best. So we canned that idea.

That was a few months ago and he's still on my couch. Now I'm a person who speaks my mind (if you coudln't tell by some of my posts on here....) and well I'm only going to burden my boyfriend so much with my problems, same with his family. Well my mother puts my friend before me, (I'm not even kidding!!) so talking to her is straight out, because she'll just defend him... So I'd talk to friends at school. The know my situation and sympathize with me. At some point someone broke this trust and told my friend. He freaked. Called me a lying backstabbing bitch. Frankly I didn't care... If he was this pissed off and wants to leave... fine get out. I'm not keeping you here. He said that he was talking to his parents and that he'd be moving out by the end of this week. Guess what it's Sunday, of that week, and where is he...? Yup still on my couch.. He's been throwing this fit for days now. The funny thing, during the morning or at night before we go our seperate ways (school or bed) we're very friendly. It's weird.

So I said my mother puts my friend before me... Ya that's sad I know... But I'm not kidding. she'll drive him places but I have to find my own way (bussing, drive from my boyfriend, walk, but I need to find my own way) If he needs something special for a project or something, yup, she'll go out and buy it. Last time I checked my friend had a job and therefore had some money... I dont' have like any money becaues I haven't worked since November. Couple weeks ago I was sick with this nasty stomach flu. Literally 12 hours straight of puking my guts up. Then slept all day the next day. I got nothing from my mother. Normally when I'm sick like that my mom is there the whole time trying to help. This time I got a "what do you want me to do... there's no point in me being here" Now a couple days later my friend get sick with the same thing. What does my mom do? Gets him cool clothes to put on the back of his neck, glasses of cold water to sip, ginger ale when he was ready, popsicles to soothe his throat. She helped him! Ya that was a fun thing to find out.

 NEW BOYFRIEND!!!!!

Alright so I've had this boyfriend for maybe 4 days now. But I think I've found him. (Ya I know maybe a little early to know we're actually good for each other but what ever!!) His parents have already met me and pretty much love me. First day I was at his house I met his mother and after I left she kept asking questions about me. Something she's apparently never done with any of his previous girlfriends (makes me feel special). Sadly he's going away to Ireland this Friday for 2 weeks. I'm going to miss him sooooooo much. I'm excited to see him once he gets back though. After two weeks of separation I think we'll be even closer than we were before. I'm going with him and his family today to a local festive thingy. Hopefully it doesn't rain, and hopefully I don't get heat stroke as I seem to be way to prone to it. Maybe I won't be sunburnt as well!! Plus now I'm meeting the rest of his family, his older brothers (he's the baby of his family!!) I've heard a bunch about his brothers but have never met them before and I've known this guy for easily 3-5 years. Wish me luck on making a good impression!!

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