Selective Irreverance..

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Consequence..

You bring out the best and the worst of me.

Hm.

So my boyfriend is mad at me. Albeit he has a good reason. I did kind freak out on him.

I’ve been blogging for a good 6 years now. I’ve found it a place for me to vent my feelings and when of course when we started dating it was a place for me to really say how I feel about him and certain events that were happening in my life at the time.  I had the page open because I wanted to write something today.  I’ve had a hard time blogging about anything lately.

So he starts reading and of course he stumbles upon a private post. My immediate reaction was to stop him from reading it, even though I don’t really know why it was private in the first place. It wasn’t bad..just a venting session where I felt at my most vulnerable. He could have read it and probably not thought a thing about it but since I’ve poured my heart out in the past and had to explain to him why I was feeling that way of course my instant reaction was to not let him see it.

This of course sparked anger in him because he feels I’m being secretive(and of course I really am not and I really had no reason to keep him from reading it..it was just a stupid overreaction) and has hardly talked to me all day. I feel bad and it was stupid to act the way I did especially since I’ve become used to telling him everyday and if he reads this: I’m sorry.

And I’m moving on..

Things are finally looking up.

No more waking up grumpy hating the fact I have to waste my gas driving to a place that I hate more than bad television.

No more sitting around and listening to “Well my baby’s daddy..” drama.

No more dealing with bitchy supervisors, getting dicked around and a shitty regime.

I found another job. And I couldn’t be more happier. Going back to retail..not back to HT but another store. I put in my 2 weeks Monday and next Friday will be my last day at that shitty collection agency. I couldn’t be happier.