LightPhoenix
First Post
Right, so I don't normally post this kind of stuff here, and to be honest I still feel a bit weird about posting it as I type. Unfortunately I can't post this stuff in my livejournal, since people read is that aren't supposed to be privy to this information (mainly, my younger brother).
This week as absolutely sucked. I vote this week be stricken from history.
A little background - I'm 24, living at home after college left me with a bunch of debts. I've had some trouble finding a job utilizing my major (biochemistry), but it's basically my own fault I don't have a job at all - I'm too picky about what I want.
Two weeks ago, my father disappeared for a week, and no one knew where he went. My mom had decided to divorce him, since this is hardly the first time something like this has happened, and it was almost certainly drug-related. So Monday morning he bursts in, in tears, totally freaking out. He had spent the week with a prostitute/crack-whore, who then proceeded to take all the money in the checking accounts, right after my dad got paid, leaving us with nothing. So of course my mom threw my dad out. Unfortunately te police can't do anything about it because he was engaged in illegal activities at the time of the theft, mainly doing lots and lots of crack. My younger brothers (19 and 15) don't know about the theft - my mom didn't want to upset them any more than they were. I've also become the only person in our family to talk to my dad - I sat with him all Monday morning and helped him get stuff together - cancelling credit cards and the like.
So life was going somewhat boring, though on a good note I'm being considered for a part-time lab tech job at the pathology department of an area hospital, and I also am likely to get a job at a department store opening here that I worked at while I was in college. Even know a couple of the management people.
Thursday, my dad stops by to pick up more stuff. Being the only one home, he decides to ask me if I hate him. What am I supposed to say to that? Especially at ten in the morning? I told him I didn't, because I don't really hate him. He screwed up badly, and has been for a while, but people have been willing to overlook my screw-ups, I can only do the same.
Also Thursday, my cousin gets a call. Some guy saying that he has a score to settle with me (and he mentioned me by name) and my gf. Lovely. Well, I know generally who it was. A bunch of guys that are real bastards who lived on my gf's floor in the dorms the last two years. My gf ended up fooling around with one of them, who actually seemed like a nice guy. Were circumstances different, we may have even been friends. Well, she eventually realized what she was doing, and that she was depressed, and came back to me, and I took her back. And now they can't let it go, even a year later, and I'm almost certain it was one of them. After all, I don't associate with people that would do such things, and they're the only ones who would have a problem with me. Hell, they probably thought it was funny, but it freaked my cousin out. So I spent the afternoon doing damage control for that.
Needless to say this has caused some emotional stress.
So I decide to go see my girlfriend down in Binghamton. There's some semi-formal dealie she wants me to go to, and she's had a bad week too, and we needed some mutual cuddling. So I'm not really thinking as I drive down I-81, and I'm just following the car ahead of me. I realize I'm doing 84 about the same time the cop does, and get a ticket. Since NY has probationary periods, and I just got my license in December, I'm going to lose my license for two months. Which I deserve - I should have been paying more attention. But now I have to go to court in Cortland in April, and that depressed me even more.
So now under a full swing depression, I decide to go to the campus radio station I worked at (as Classical Director) and see some friends. I love WHRW!!!
Anyway, I go up to my gf's apartment. She's sick, something with her sinuses. I'm depressed. Cuddling helped, but not totally. I'm certainly doing better than I was yesterday though. So we were supposed to go to dinner and then go drinking with my gf's friend. They went ahead to the mall, where Ruby Tuesday's is, we were gonna eat there. Well, turns out that two of the guys from the aforementioned group who (presumably) called my cousin were at the restaurant. Now, if it were just me, I would have gone anyway. After all, why let them get in the way of me having a good time. However, my girlfriend is the one that has to deal with these people now - she's still in Bing with them, still sees them around, and so on. Rather than causing her more trouble by going - and they would have caused trouble, at dinner or in the future - I decided to stay in her room while she went to dinner. Which was okay, I watched SG-1, which I had almost completely forgotten about. We were gonna tape it.
Anyway, so I'm depressed and mopey and by myself, my head started to hurt, and I ended up falling asleep. So my gf went drinking with her friends, which I was gonna go do too. Which was okay, I'm glad at least she had some fun... though a guy that lived with a guy from incidents above was there, so it was good I didn't go or it would have gotten back to them, and trouble would have been caused. I thought that this high-school puerile crap ended after high-school. I certainly thought I'd be free of it after college. Bleh.
So anyway, that was my crappy week, and like I said, I just needed to get it down somewhere and get it out. And the thread title was being facetious - I don't really want pity. I just want things to not suck next week.
This week as absolutely sucked. I vote this week be stricken from history.
A little background - I'm 24, living at home after college left me with a bunch of debts. I've had some trouble finding a job utilizing my major (biochemistry), but it's basically my own fault I don't have a job at all - I'm too picky about what I want.
Two weeks ago, my father disappeared for a week, and no one knew where he went. My mom had decided to divorce him, since this is hardly the first time something like this has happened, and it was almost certainly drug-related. So Monday morning he bursts in, in tears, totally freaking out. He had spent the week with a prostitute/crack-whore, who then proceeded to take all the money in the checking accounts, right after my dad got paid, leaving us with nothing. So of course my mom threw my dad out. Unfortunately te police can't do anything about it because he was engaged in illegal activities at the time of the theft, mainly doing lots and lots of crack. My younger brothers (19 and 15) don't know about the theft - my mom didn't want to upset them any more than they were. I've also become the only person in our family to talk to my dad - I sat with him all Monday morning and helped him get stuff together - cancelling credit cards and the like.
So life was going somewhat boring, though on a good note I'm being considered for a part-time lab tech job at the pathology department of an area hospital, and I also am likely to get a job at a department store opening here that I worked at while I was in college. Even know a couple of the management people.
Thursday, my dad stops by to pick up more stuff. Being the only one home, he decides to ask me if I hate him. What am I supposed to say to that? Especially at ten in the morning? I told him I didn't, because I don't really hate him. He screwed up badly, and has been for a while, but people have been willing to overlook my screw-ups, I can only do the same.
Also Thursday, my cousin gets a call. Some guy saying that he has a score to settle with me (and he mentioned me by name) and my gf. Lovely. Well, I know generally who it was. A bunch of guys that are real bastards who lived on my gf's floor in the dorms the last two years. My gf ended up fooling around with one of them, who actually seemed like a nice guy. Were circumstances different, we may have even been friends. Well, she eventually realized what she was doing, and that she was depressed, and came back to me, and I took her back. And now they can't let it go, even a year later, and I'm almost certain it was one of them. After all, I don't associate with people that would do such things, and they're the only ones who would have a problem with me. Hell, they probably thought it was funny, but it freaked my cousin out. So I spent the afternoon doing damage control for that.
Needless to say this has caused some emotional stress.
So I decide to go see my girlfriend down in Binghamton. There's some semi-formal dealie she wants me to go to, and she's had a bad week too, and we needed some mutual cuddling. So I'm not really thinking as I drive down I-81, and I'm just following the car ahead of me. I realize I'm doing 84 about the same time the cop does, and get a ticket. Since NY has probationary periods, and I just got my license in December, I'm going to lose my license for two months. Which I deserve - I should have been paying more attention. But now I have to go to court in Cortland in April, and that depressed me even more.
So now under a full swing depression, I decide to go to the campus radio station I worked at (as Classical Director) and see some friends. I love WHRW!!!
Anyway, I go up to my gf's apartment. She's sick, something with her sinuses. I'm depressed. Cuddling helped, but not totally. I'm certainly doing better than I was yesterday though. So we were supposed to go to dinner and then go drinking with my gf's friend. They went ahead to the mall, where Ruby Tuesday's is, we were gonna eat there. Well, turns out that two of the guys from the aforementioned group who (presumably) called my cousin were at the restaurant. Now, if it were just me, I would have gone anyway. After all, why let them get in the way of me having a good time. However, my girlfriend is the one that has to deal with these people now - she's still in Bing with them, still sees them around, and so on. Rather than causing her more trouble by going - and they would have caused trouble, at dinner or in the future - I decided to stay in her room while she went to dinner. Which was okay, I watched SG-1, which I had almost completely forgotten about. We were gonna tape it.
Anyway, so I'm depressed and mopey and by myself, my head started to hurt, and I ended up falling asleep. So my gf went drinking with her friends, which I was gonna go do too. Which was okay, I'm glad at least she had some fun... though a guy that lived with a guy from incidents above was there, so it was good I didn't go or it would have gotten back to them, and trouble would have been caused. I thought that this high-school puerile crap ended after high-school. I certainly thought I'd be free of it after college. Bleh.
So anyway, that was my crappy week, and like I said, I just needed to get it down somewhere and get it out. And the thread title was being facetious - I don't really want pity. I just want things to not suck next week.
If this girl cheated on you, trust me honey, can do better. And you will. I guarantee you that.
