singlegirl's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- His Mom Hates Me What a fun conversation we had tonight. We've been dating for 8 months and he has no plans of me meeting his mom and stepdad while I am in Austin for almost a week. He got all weird and quiet about it - I'm not stupid. His mom does not want to meet me. I love how HER son was the newly separated, yet-still-married guy, when we met, but I'm the bad guy. The 100% single girl who met the guy who was dating other people. Everyone is so worried about precious Michael. If we break up, how hurt is he going to be? Really? What about the asshole single girl who has been waiting for 10 fucking years to meet her prince? How she's thinking about packing up her life and moving thousands of miles away for a recently divorced guy? Anyone going to feel sorry for her if it doesn't work out? Or not because she was the whore that dated the married guy in the first place? How come the married guy isn't the whore? And how come everyone looks at me like I'm lying when I tell them, "He was separated and dating other people when we met" - and that's all we did for 6 months. Dated long-distance, non-exclusively. For fucking real. That's the truth. People look at me like, "Sure, it is." Well, fuck you. And I love how I said to Michael, "I'm not sure I want to move out there if your mom hates me and is going to make things hard on me." His response, "She won't make things hard on you." So clearly she hates me. Want to know what I really want to say? FUCK your mom. She doesn't fucking know me. She has never met me or spoken to me. She's 60. Grow the fuck up. Judge me after you meet me. Even though right now I don't sound like it, I'm truly one of the nicest people in the world. I'm a people pleaser. I go out of my way for people. I'm nice and caring and giving and truthful and I love her son. We make each other happy. I'm not a drug addict, criminal, or anything else she might disapprove of. I'm not Jewish. That's the only thing I can think of. And you know what sucks the most for me? Is that no matter what. No matter if his mom is the biggest bitch to me or is one of those passive aggressive assholes, I'm going to smile and beam sunshine out of my ass while I take it. That's what I do. Anyway, he got all quiet about it and I got upset (internally, of course - all he noticed was that I got quiet), so it was not a good end to our conversation, but here's the super nice, rated G email I sent him. See? I might be a bitch here, but in real life, I'm not. "Okay, now I can't sleep...and you are NOT good at having "confrontational" conversations. Unfortunately, I'm so opposite of you. I like open, honest conversations and everything about me is an open book. See? I think I'm a pretty fucking awesome girlfriend. I didn't call his mom a bitch once :) 12:16 a.m. - June 19, 2008 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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