>> I moved last night.
I wanna move back to my parents.
I enjoy seeing them everyday of my life. During meals, tv watching, and all the good times and even the bad. They are there.
I miss the comfort of the bed, the rooms, everything I am so accustomed to and roaming around.
I only did it because my boyfriend encouraged me to so we can move forward into the relationship. A stepping stone to us being able to have more freedom hanging out when/whereever without parental phone calls to come home since its 10pm.
To no more sneaking around saying I am hanging with girl friends when I am really with BOY.
To late night-more like whenever calls to and from BOY without worrying who is home that could hear the convo. Or not even be able to talk at all.
He didn't want a "high school relationship" -kid stuff. If I didn't move, then down the future he would break up with me cause I didn't move out and basically didn't have a free life.
So was this for the better? Yes I have my future husband.
My parents? Let's knock on wood. They age.
I want to spend as much time as I can while they are here. Does this mean I have to be 45 or some old age til I move out? No.
I could say 'hey I'm dating this guy imma go out whenever I want!'
Sorry that won't go well. Especially with my mama.
This freedom will strenghten my future husband relationship. But weaken my parents since I won't be around except weekends.
Sure I go visit them weekends. But its not the same not seeing them everyday and talking with them. Its almost like I ran away. It seems odd but I never go long without seeing them. Maybe two nights out of the whole year for some good reason but nothing like this.
I am sad and emotional about this. This is day 1 of not living with the parents.
FIZZ
Monday, May 24, 2010
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