Ok.
Y’all know I’m madly in love with Gunslinger. Y’all know I went to his house last weekend, or at least you do if you read the thread. So I have this wonderful boyfriend that I want to spend as much time with as possible, and that’s not very much given we live about 430 miles apart.
My sister also has a boyfriend, but she refuses to admit that they’re anything more than friends, despite the fact that everybody knows they’re sleeping together, and he has asked her to move from Mississippi to Virginia with him. Part of the reason she may be refusing to admit he’s her significant other is that she is still going through divorce proceedings to separate from her abusive husband of five years.
I told my sister about my plans to visit Gun back in early August, and she advised against it on the grounds that our mother would kill me for it. So I told my mother about it a week before I left - right after I bought the ticket - and she was actually OK with it. She herself said that she wouldn’t tell my father, because he would get too upset.
So I went to his house, realized immediately that I really am madly in love with him, got him to fall madly in love with me, and agreed to marry him. (I haven’t told anybody in my family about our engagement yet, because it would just cause more problems.)
My sister wanted full details, so I sent her and my mother both the Disney version of what we did, a snapshot of the two of us together, and a request for permission to spend Thanksgiving with him. (I’ll go to Texas for Turkey Day whether I have their permission or not, but I figure it’s always better to have the permission.)
NOW, my sister is all pissed at me. “Screw you too!” she said in an email yesterday. “If you’re not going to visit me for the holidays, I’ll just fucking move to Virginia!”
Dad is all pissed at me too, having intercepted my mother’s email and discovered what I did. “You can’t fucking tell your father the truth?” he reportedly said. Mom says he’s pissed both because I went to Texas and because she and my sister didn’t tell him about it.
Mom is pissed at me because Dad’s pissed off and taking it out on her, so she says I can’t go see Gun anymore if I can’t act like an adult.
So there’s what’s going on in my life right now.
To the members of my family,
FUCK YOU ALL!
Big Sis: Don’t be laying a goddamn guilt trip on me because I’m just starting a good relationship and you’re just ending a bad one. Don’t be using me as an excuse to do what you want - if you want to move to fucking Virginia, DO IT, and admit that you’re doing it to be with your BOYFRIEND. Don’t be blaming it on ME and then saying it’s all my fault when you two break up because I forced you to move to the beach. And don’t get pissed at me for not taking your advice; I’m a fucking ADULT now, in case you didn’t realize.
Dad: You have a legitimate reason to be upset with me - after all, I went to Texas without telling you - but Christ, man, I’d been telling you all that I planned to do it for MONTHS now!!! He was going to come stay at our house back in MAY, for Christ’s sake, and it would’ve been ok for me to meet him then, but it isn’t now? Anyway, I’m living IN COLLEGE now, where EVERYBODY’s a stranger, so it’s not like I took that big of a risk to meet someone I’ve known for eight months. Fuck you. And if you want to get pissed because nobody else told you, then GET PISSED AT THEM. I’m not the one who made the decision not to tell you! When I called home, Mom just happened to answer the phone, and SHE decided not to tell you. Piss off or suck tailpipe.
Mom: So, Dad’s pissed at you, and you’re taking it out on me, and I’m the one who’s not acting like an adult? That is so typical of you. I’m surprised you didn’t say “I’m amazed he likes you, because you’re a fat, lazy bitch.” You said things like that all the time when I lived at home, and it was always my fault because I’m immature. And just for the record, I hope you realize that there isn’t really anything you can do to keep me from visiting Gun anyway. I have my own money that I earned with my own hands and keep in my own bank account, and I don’t live with you or answer to you any more. I only told you about this first time because I wanted to try being a Good Daughter for once… and also because I was so happy to be in love that I wanted to tell the whole damn world. If you’re going to treat me like a Bad Daughter, then I’m going to act like a Bad Daughter, and I won’t bother telling you about anything I do from now on if that’s how it has to be.
I would’ve thrown in some of my more colorful insults, but really, I’m just disgusted by this whole deal. I wish I could wash my hands of the whole thing.
I wonder what they’d do if I told them I was engaged.
I bet I could get them all to simultaneously spontaneously combust if I told them we’d eloped.
That might be fun.
