Our current apartment is the nicest place I’ve ever lived in and I just enjoyed one of the biggest highlights!
The tub is massive! Not only do I fit into it, there’s a ton of room left over! Bubble baths galore! I haven’t had a comfortable bath since my early teens; it was amazing. And now I can try Lush Bath Bombs for the first time. Pink glittery water!!
Matt’s dad and little brother were in town over the weekend. I love them. I swear to god, I just want to throw my arms around him and yell, “I LOVE YOU CAN I CALL YOU DAD!?” It was really fun. And his little brother and Patty are madly in love with each other. She was so excited to have such an ardent suitor! (And, god, was it nice to have amazing sushi again for the first time in so many years.) His dad and step-mom bought me Trivial Pursuit which was awesome! I’ve wanted Trivial Pursuit for yeeeeeears and, as his dad said, it’s how we bonded over Thanksgiving. So yay!
Now if only his mom didn’t despise me. I mean, like, okay, I totally understand her initial issues with me based on our age difference, the intensity of his feelings for me, and how quickly we’re moving. But then it just got really fucking weird when she decided Matt is on drugs and that I caused it.
Let’s examine that, shall we!? There are two things that make this goddamn hilarious. 1) He doesn’t use drugs. 2) I don’t use drugs. Like, ever. If you know me at all, you realize how insane this it. I didn’t even smoke weed for the first time until I was 30 because it just didn’t appeal to me before that. And I only did it then in hopes it would relieve some of my pain. I have access to thousands and thousands of pain killers a year and have used, maybe, 50 in the last five years. The whole thing is just so ridiculous.
Matt swears she’d have issues with me regardless of who I was but who knows. I mean, everyone is entitled to their opinion of me and god knows I’m used to people hating me but it’s just uncomfortable.
If you’ve read this for any amount of time, you know my family life was completely fucked. Emotional abuse, sexual abuse, physical abuse, violence, rage… So the idea that I’d negatively impact anyone else’s family really upsets me. Sigh.
Colorado’s going well. I’ve been struggling with fatigue and pain since moving here, though. Well, since before that, really, but especially since moving here. But! I finally made appointments with a general practitioner, massage therapist, and chiropractor. Once I see the GP I can get a referral to a pain specialist. I’m terrified. I’m hoping with all my heart that they’re kind and understanding and not total dicks. I’ve chanced into finding incredible doctors in the past so I’m hoping my luck holds out!