I don’t feel great at the moment–although comparatively I’m better than I’ve been. My allergies are kicking in hardcore, and I’m annoyed with feeling shitty, since I have been since the night before. Not being able to breathe and having a crushing headache gets old pretty fast. In other words, I’m glad I feel less awful than I have been before.
But that’s not what I’m sick of.
I got a call from my mother asking how I was, and I made the mistake of mentioning something that I’m probably doing next weekend with my boyfriend. She proceeded to go into all the reasons why I shouldn’t do it, including a couple things that felt to me like indirect digs at said boyfriend. Maybe I’m being paranoid, and I hope to hell I am, but knowing my parents, I’m pretty sure that’s not the case. I’m so fed up of trying to defend this person I care about so much from a group of people who I also care about, and every time I have to I feel like I’m slowly being torn apart.
Am I going to do the thing next weekend with my boyfriend? I really want to, but I don’t want the allergies to kick in again because I’d be outside a ton. Most importantly, I don’t want to give my parents the satisfaction of being right, and giving them more to snip at me–at HIM–about.
We’ll see. I have a week to decide.