Anyway, to pick up from the last of my chronicles, I graduated highschool, and got a full scholarship into the top school of design, woohoo! So the plan was when I turned 18, my boyfriend would have an apartment that I could move into because of the abusive lifestyle I lived. Yeah, well, that didn't happen. Before I turned 18, I was put into foster care and when I started college I dormed. My good ol' boyfriend made a big ol' mistake by promising, and guaranteeing, a place for me to live. While I am grateful for the love of my (foster) parents, I'm kind of sick of living on a couch. I've had to sleep on a couch my whole life. I don't understand why the promise was made in the first place. Honestly, I
Ugh. But I digress. I still love the idiot (my bf) but he needs to grow up. He's 7 years older than me, and I thought that would make him more mature in certain areas of his life. But it seems to me the only area where he's more matured than me (kinda) is that he has a bachelor's degree and a full-time job. But if I were his age, I'd have the same so I guess that's a pretty weak argument. Look, I understand you love your family (particularly your mommy...), but there comes a time when you've got to leave the nest. Not everyone has the option to leave on good terms like you do. I was taken out of my nest and put into temporary ones for a while but all I want to do now is build a nest to live in with you. Plus, you act like you'll never see your family again.
Fantasy: You could move a couple of blocks away and we could have all the
privacy in the world.
Reality: You'd rather me live on a couch and have your mother cook and
clean for you all the time.
Dude. Don't you understand how unfair that is to me? I've talked to you enough about it, but all I have now is blogging. Maybe the people of the internet will be able to guide me. Or troll the shit out of me. (Oh, God, please no!)
