omg omg omg omg
lucky me, i got to skip the breakfast. chris tried to wake me up this morning... "i'm going to costco," he said. i thought this meant he had tried to wake me up earlier and i wouldn't wake up, so now he was leaving and it was too late. this has happened before. (it was 7 a.m. or so.) i'm like, "oh, okay." apparently they didn't eat anyway; chris's mom just yelled at him for an hour or so and then he snuck out. ahh, quality time.
she liked me when she met me, apparently. this was a first, chris said; she usually didn't like his girlfriends. no one is good enough. i guess that's changed. maybe since the speaking-up incident. i asked what she said today. did she talk about me? i asked. yeah, chris said. what'd she say? you don't want to know, chris answered. yes, i do.
well... she said i'm lazy, that i'm not a hard worker like the people in their family. i guess this means i'm not a DOCTOR. she said i'm messy. well, okay, i give her that one, but i do TRY. (i'm cleaning out the kitchen closet and the garage right now!) she said that my
family is not like their
family, that they are not hard-working like their family... this is where i just want to steam over.
she's never met
my family... she actually does not know anything about any
of them... they are not doctors... they do not hold masters degrees or phds... they are, in fact, mostly blue collar workers. but you can kiss my ass
if you are going to act like that is anything you can put down. my pregnant sister works for 10-hour shifts on her feet and then goes home and takes care of her son and husband... how can you say that's not working hard? my other sister and her husband (who has two jobs) work very hard so they can provide for their kids and are making sure that both of them have the opportunity for an education. how the hell can you put any of that down? how can you try to tell your son that his girlfriend and where she comes from is not good enough? and then she said something about, "and i don't think she's a gold digger, but..." ??!! what the fuck is that
supposed to mean?
i'm a little hurt, a little mad, a little frustrated... so all i can say is that she is lucky she is going straight to the airport tomorrow without stopping by here.