Ok so I just got back alone, from the weekend I was supposed to spend in P.E with my EX to see my mother and step dad. I spent the weekend alone and happy (MISERABLE actually but if I put it in brackets no one will really pay attention and take any notice and they will carry on thinking I am MARVELOUS)
Arrival was tricky… I assume they always are when you have ALOT of explaining to do, but not very much knowledge on the subject to make a fully convincing explanation. I mean I was in this relationship for almost 2 years and everyday I find less and less convincing evidence as to why we broke up. It baffles my ever processing mind beyond comprehension. When I start dissecting and analyzing the situation I just end up in fits of hyperventilation and sheets of salt water pour off my cheeks.
I can only come up with REALLY lame reasons which are apparent to me might actually be the cause. I was dropped for, in the words of the most amazing series and one of my ultimate favorite shows "How I Met Your Mother", a 'sandwich' and fucking computer games. (if you are an avid follower of this ever popular series… you will know EXACTLY what I am talking about, if not… get watching and what the hell are you doing reading this! eug!)
How on earth is this ever really supposed to be a comforting and reassuring thought process or reasoning as to why something initially so wonderful and so perfect could come to a grinding and SCREECHING halt almost over night. (in the space of a weekend) How (??)
Beans = BAFFLED Just call me a Confubean. Don't judge.
So after my eminent arrival and water works display (at least I know them tear ducts are in perfect working order, nothing wrong there, but the rest of me bleug) We arrived at my parents homestead and I headed strait to my room, well the one I sleep in when I go visit once in 10 blue moons.
Next on the agenda…. Dinner with the geriatrics…. ok not exactly but almost.
My mother and stepdad, those two are funny I tell you, always a bickering with the 2 of them. sheesh. enough to cure me of all my boy issues and keep me single for life (gulp).
My stepdad is a Scotsman, accent and all. It took me many years to master the call of the Haggis herders and black pudding inhalers. But, eventually when I did…. many good laughs were had at the old mans humor and mockery of lifes current targets. We spent the evening laughing at others expense, The recent floods in Pakistan was one of the unfortunate recent happenings of our giggle fest. I received a message from a friend earlier that day containing such jokes, which were of very bad taste and completely un-PC. But we chuckled away at them regardless.
Fun was had and my mutant mind was kept occupied for a good 3 hours.
Rest of the weekend was a mere survival tactic. I SWEAR.
Dont cry, DONT cry!
well, I cried… ALOT
Whoop-dee-doo.
I am a mess.
I will however be ok. I know it. I just do.
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