I’m pretty bummed right now.
I invited all of my closest friends over 'cause it’s my birthday in a coupla days. We were having a jolly old time, laughing, drinking, playing the “ha-ha” game.
Then my boyfriend decided to start telling creepy stories. Everyone started getting into it, one of my friends asked me to get a ouiji board. I told him no, seriously, straight out.
Now, all of them know me well enough to know that that sort of stuff freaks the living daylights outta me. One was there when that fear was instilled in me, and another has woken up beside me when I’m sobbing from nightmares.
So when my boyfriend got up to go get a candle, I followed him to tell him I really didn’t want to keep going with this. He told me to take it easy, it would be fun. Sure. I told him that if they wanted to continue with this, I was just going to go up to my room.
He went downstairs, and I am posting.
I guess I just really didn’t expect this of my best friends and the person who tells me he loves me. Silly, I know, but the end result is that, at my birthday party at my house, I’m posting in my room, alone. I just needed to vent to someone.
