The bf has been having a difficult time of late. He's begun the process of moving to his new place and is busy with work. He's feeling at loose ends with all the things that he has to do so he hasn't much time. I'm trying to give him some space but it's difficult. We were so suppose to get together Friday evening but he blew me off, unintentionally. He apologized for it but I was still mad. I told him that I sometimes feel neglected and his friends posting party pictures on Facebook, tagging him bothers me. I don't think he intentionally neglects me, it just feels that way. What makes it worse is when mom says something. It's usually some small comment but it's enough to be annoying. I swear I just know how much longer I can live with her. I wish someone would hire me full time already so I can start making moving plans of my own. The ideal living situation is to have the bf move in with me. We've talked about several times and I know he's on board with it. Of course that's before reality sets in. I think we're both mature enough to do deal with reality in a grown up manner. It's something we both want to do and are willing to work at it. I'm just thinking out loud. I know mom understands that I hate living with her. Hate is too strong a word, I find extraordinarily difficult. I don't have a choice at the moment. It's so frustrating day in, day out. The bf is frustrated too with his living arrangements. Why is the universe conspiring to do this?
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