Let me PLEASE vent somewhere about how mean my boyfriend was to me last night
We traveled ALL day…woke up at 5am, scrambled to get out the door on time, got to the airport….got our bags looked through. The security found Eddie’s jar of weed. Gave him a Willie Nelson ticket, and we had to fly out a few hours later. So my girl Britta picked us up, we burned, got breakfast, and came back to the airport. Finally got to Chicago around 4, drove STRAIGHT to the wedding rehersal at the church, went STRAIGHT to dinner, and by dinner my stomach was KILLING ME. I JUST got my period so I had gnarly cramps yesterday, not to mention I had to use the bathroom ALL DAY. So when we finally got to the hotel room at midnight, I was feeling realllllly nauseous. Not to mentioned exhausted. When Eddie started his lame attempts to get laid, I made it really clear that I felt sick, and unless he was going to rub my back and be realllllly sweet, I wasn’t interested!
He got so pissed I didn’t feel like having sex that he yelled at me, got up and got into the other bed. I was shocked at his reaction, and I said, “Dude, we flew all the way here, you got fucking busted at security, I came all the way to Illinois to be with your family. Your sister is getting MARRIED tomorrow. Do you honestly think Josh would EVER say anything like that to your sister? ‘oh I don’t give a fuck your stomach hurts, I just wanna have sex.’” And he goes, “WELL WE ARE NEVER GETTING MARRIED, THAT’S THE WHOLE DIFFERENCE.”
I yelled that it was insane to try to make me feel like a bitch because my stomach hurts. I then puked several times, and went to sleep alone, crying. Like jeez, who is that mean. Now it’s morning, he is acting all normal like it never happened. But I don’t want to marry someone who seriously can’t just lay next to me, rub my back and look at my sweetly, and say, “i’m sorry your tummy hurts baby, thank you for being there for me today, and being here with my family. i love you so much.”
Eddie and I are going to Chicago tomorrow reallllly early in the morning for Eddie’s sister’s wedding.
I have never been to Illinois, so I look forward to that. I have NO idea what the weather will be like, according to weather channel, it will be cold as fuck. It’s been 80s here, so I’m pretty out of the loop with what realistic temperatures actually feel like…
We have the rehearsal tomorrow night, and the wedding is Saturday, and we fly back Sunday. It will be a pretty stressful weekend, but I have to keep reminding myself to relax and try to enjoy it all, and have a fun time with Eddie’s family. I’ll make as many mobile posts and I can, and I’ll be taking wayyyy more pictures than you all will care to see.
I suck at packing. I bring wayyy too many options, and I don’t actually try it all together, so I just get there will all this stuff and try to figure out what looks good in the moment, which is always messy and a pain in the ass. It just seems impossible for me to pick my outfits until I actually feel the weather there, and see what everyone else is dressing like!? Does anyone else have this problem?? What frustrations do you run into packing? And anyone have some tips for me?
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I left my phone at home all day. It was pretty torturous, not to mention I couldn’t provide any mobile uploads. [HOLY CRAP I’ve had to edit this 4 times for typos already, bahahah] It was a very boring day, Eddie insisted we leave the house right away, because he wanted to surf- which he never did. Followed by a lot of waiting around, and doing nothing.. Today he is working, doing some landscaping in Merritt Island, so I will try to make the most of the day.
I am pondering getting my hair done. My root are pretty bad, but I am trying to give my hair a rest from the damaging products. Not to mention I don’t have money for that crap right now. But Eddie’s sister’s wedding is a week away, I’m a bridesmaid, and I don’t want to look like trailor trash in all the photos till death do them part.
I want to take some photos over the next 2 days, so I want to go to Old Time Pottery and Joanne’s today and get a few “props.”
I want to go to the beach!! It’s SO HOT here. It has been in the 80s, perfect fucking summer weather. The water is glorious blue-green. The sun is scorching. And I have been working 5 days in a row, so I’m grateful to get the chance to enjoy the outside.
I’m still in my bathrobe from taking a shower about an hour ago when Eddie left, LOL. My hair is wet and tangled and I am getting thirsty/hungry. Living in a beach town has its downfalls, Starbucks is 20 minute drive away.