Argh.

I have the flu. Great. Working 12 hour days and I get the flu. I worked myself into it. It's my own fault. I know the routine.

My boyfriend is a man whore and I'm very angry with him and he thinks what he did wasn't really that bad. Honestly twice in under a year. I'm done. I'm sure it'll all be my fault when told by him but I don't care. Just go away.

Oh and when he was put through the ringer by his intrusive father and mother about his car purchase who's fault was it? Mine. Of course. I spent the previous two weeks telling him to be careful, play it cool, get car fax reports, research online, etc. but the responsibility fell on me to take the blame of course. I mean his mother texting him multiple times a day to ask if he'd found a new car yet certainly wasn't a bother. We found a car we liked. We negotiated a good price and rate. We got a car fax report. We had any known problems fixed. We had his brother, a mechanic, look it over and he found no problem. But yeah we did everything wrong, I mean I did everything wrong. Oh and that low interest rate, I couldn't possibly have gotten one that low. I mean after all his dad knows everything about my credit right? Not to mention he's 25 years old. When is he going to grow a pair and stop blabbing everything to them. What he makes at his job and what his car payment is isn't really their business. They don't pay our bills and they aren't part of our relationship. Honestly. It is completely annoying. I understand that parents care for their children's well being, but when your child is a 25 year old adult male with a bachelor's degree, back off. And when you're a 25 year old adult male, drop a pair already.

What's this sudden bullshit interest in my parents anyway? A few months ago they were all excited to meet the favorite's significant other's parents but didn't care about mine and that's how I liked it. I know by now that his parents are obnoxious and hurtful and don't care that they are like that. So why start to pretend other wise now. His family are all pretentious know it alls who put themselves above and beyond anyone else. I get it. That's who you are. I'm fine with it. Suddenly now they want to meet my parents and get to know them. Ok here you are. My mother has FAS. Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. My mother inherited a good bit of money when my Grandfather died and my father a twisted opportunist convinced the little handicapped girl to marry him. She bore two of his children and when the money ran out so did he. In comes my Grandmother to raise me. Sure the father figure was there physically. He got full custody because he wasn't handicapped. Only I had to wake myself and my brother. Make our breakfast. Ignore the slut the father figure brought home the night before. Get off to school. Come home and help my brother do his homework while making dinner. Fun normal childhood. Not to mention the bruises and abuse and cracked rib here and there. That's why my father isn't a part of my life. And my mom. My poor mother. She's off in Tennessee in my estranged aunt's care. You see she remarried to another handicapped man who happened to also be a thief and had a problem with soliciting prostitutes. He told my mother to choose us or him so she wrote us lovely little letters when I was fourteen that simply read. "I hate you. I love David. Bye.". My thoughtful mum. Well let's see. Now that husband slugged me across the jaw once before subsequently getting a beat down. No man will ever push me around without getting his ass beat. So she's off in her own little world and fine by me. So my parents got together because of money. Bore children. Fell apart because of money and then left said children to fend for themselves. My brother continued the cycle of abuse when he got older blaming me for our parents disappearing (he never got the beatings because I always took them for him) and ended up cracking one of my vertebrates in a fit he had. I broke his nose for it and somehow still came out of it the bad guy. All in all it worked out in the end. I graduated high school and had a full ride to school but had to take care of my family instead. I have a good work ethic and a good home. I also don't let people boss me around and tell me how to live according to their agendas. So in short, no you cannot meet my parents. You've met my care takers. My Grandmother and my Great Aunt and you called them freaks and refused to acknowledge them so fuck you. You think they're freaks because they have a Christian faith. What makes you so wonderful? Your Christian religion that you don't live by and rarely attend church for. You're right it's much better. I'm agnostic and he's a Buddhist. Fuck off.

No matter. I might not be involved with their son much longer anyway so for now I'll just keep to myself and let it blow over.

Work is insane and there was basically a divorce and 8 out of the ten people working in my department left. Idiots.

I'm so glad to have my knit group girls. I honestly don't know what I'd do without them.

We saw Cirque du Soleil this weekend. It was amazing. So worth every penny. I can't wait to go next year. I hope I can take my Grandmother and Great Aunt with me. I did get sick immediately afterward and barely made it out of there. Not even the flu could keep me from our 2nd row seats. I love good seats. 2nd row means you get to be up close and personal with the performers, the clowns tease you, and you get hit on the head with a ham, oh and there's confetti too!

I'm not knitting at the moment but I am reading a book called Choice that I like very much.