It's another Sunday and I'm sitting at my local coffee place, just checking in on my world. So far, all is quiet. Brit BF is at a birthday for his mom and the part time BF called last night. The part timer left a voice mail because I was watching a movie. Mom is actually more put off by the part timers lack of real commitment to the relationship than I am. His lack of commitment is just who he is and why the Brit BF was able to fill the void. I think mom was hoping that things would work out with the part timer and I, after all, he is the proverbial "nice Jewish boy." Whereas, the Brit BF is not but that's the way life and love goes sometimes. So far, this weekend, I've escaped the "what do you want to do for your birthday" question. Either mom just gave up or she is planning to go behind my back and plan a surprise party. I really hope it's the former because if it's the latter I'm going to be pissed. Why would a birthday party in my honor be so aggravating? Simply because it would just end up being a major disappointment. Also, it's more about mom and the family then me. It's supposed to be my birthday yet their only motivation is to make themselves feel good that they did something and want me to show proper gratitude-fall at their feet kind of thing. The Brit BF asked if I was celebrating in any way, I told him no, too many disappointments. He said he'll have to see about changing that. Right, sure, whatever, he's welcome to take his best shot. Anyway, the rest of my day looks pretty routine. I still have plenty of candy corn left from Halloween. I decided to allot myself the exact serving size instead of just randomly grabbing a handful. I need to exercise some control over it. Talk more later.
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