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Hi. This entry by Xeney echoes my life right now. Well, my life last week, when I was trying to decide what to tell Mom about my sex life. Heh. It's still weird to think of her knowing that I'm dating a married man. Oh, man, things are just deteriorating. Last night Mom and I were going to go to see Election at the Parkway with Todd and friends. They were sold out by the time I found a parking space. So, we went to dinner at The Tropix on Piedmont Ave. Our waitress was rude, my vegetarian entree was too skimpy (while Mom got three big pieces of chicken when only one would have done) but the white chocolate creme broulee (David, is that spelled right?) was HEAVENLY. Anyhow, when we got home, Mom said, "Yes, I'm thinking this is too long to visit." And, instead of being nice to her, I broke: "Yeah, 12 days is WAY TOO LONG mom, never again, I can't take it, my space is too small, the house is too small, can you go home early? can you get a hotel? I'm losing it...oh, Mom, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean it, I'm just so STRESSED...oh, don't cry Mom, I'm just making it worse, ok, well, I'm going to go now..." Ugly, huh? So I bawl all the way to Corn and Rebecca's house. I was hoping to catch Corn home alone, but Lorraine and Russ were still packing up from rehearsal. Then they leave, and we're starting to relax and cuddle, when HIS mom calls. He finally gets off the phone with her when Rebecca gets home from work an hour earlier than expected. I can't complain, it's her house of course. But, I'm disappointed nonetheless. We hang out and talk mainly because I'm too tired at this point to make a break in the conversation to go get ready for bed. I stay up until 11:30 but I DON'T get, um, special time alone with Corn. I know, I'm whining. It's just that circumstances have not been in my favor all week long, and just when I think I'm going to get a little time to sleep or time alone or time with my lover, something external changes that. Rebecca did give me a nice footrub (she's trained in massage) and a psychic healing, but I still managed to wake up at 4 am to stress for over an hour. Sigh. I'm afraid I was terribly morose this morning, as well as very late for work. | ||
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