Alavda.cdx
7.22.2010 @ 11:26 PM
So, life's been pretty good these past few weeks. Again, it's the fact that I am not in the habit of writing when I am happy, and I've been very happy. BH, my boyfriend, continues to amaze me every day that I spend with him. I honestly can't remember the last time I felt so completely blissful and peaceful with another human being. He's so sweet, so kind, and so much fun!
Something interesting happened a couple of weekends ago. It was late-ish on a Friday night. We had just gotten back to his apartment after an evening out with his friends/coworkers and were just relaxing and talking quietly. He wasn't talking much and seemed a bit pensive to me, so I asked him what he was thinking about. He finally said, "Okay, I'll tell you what I'm thinking about...", in a very serious manner, which sent a spike of panic through me...until he said, "I love you." Which sent me into elation so deep I don't know how to express it fully. I love him. Yes, it's only been a month and a half. But love knows no time schedule. God, this relationship is making me so corny, and the sad thing is, I don't even care. I'm too wrapped up in it all.
Not everything in my life is good, tho. Work, as always, is sucking the life out of me. It's getting worse and worse because I think my boss hates the paralegal on our team. Between that and the passive-aggression directed at a coworker who quit working for her, only to get rehired by another attorney in the firm (I am not kidding; what a stupid decision all around!), my boss has been a real bitch to nearly everyone. Oddly enough, one of the few people she's been nice to is me, and yet I am still nervous. Mostly because I am screwing around and know I am not really deserving of her good graces. In other words... I need to quit this job before the truth is out and I get fired. Also, before I have a nervous breakdown from dealing with the stress of working with stupid and/or rude people.
Also, on the weird and bizarre front: I got a friends request on Facebook from my half-sister. Now, I don't often think about her or mention her, to the point where most people don't even know I have one. There's good reason for this, as illustrated by the following. As I said, I got a friends request, which I ignored, once I found out it was her. This unfortunately necessitated messaging her, as I had no idea it was her until she told me. Anyway, I asked both my parents if they had gotten a request from her; they hadn't. I would have been surprised if my mom had gotten one, but people do grow up sometimes and get over their old hatred sometimes, and she is almost 30, after all. Apparently, despite popping out a kid, she still has a lot of growing up to do. I guess my real sister came over this morning after work (she works graveyard), got on my dad's computer, and accidently read and replied to a really nasty email from our half "sister" addressed to our dad. I don't know exactly what it said, but she apparently referred to my mom as "the bitch" and said that she wouldn't have bothered except that her son wants to know his aunts. Um... I have just three words: what the fuck? Why would either my sister or I want to associate with someone who has no respect for our parents, including the dad we three share, and who calls our mother names and talks shit about her to her husband? How dare she?! That duplicitous bitch! If she writes me again, I am going to tear her a new one. Hm... Funny thing just occurred to me. I wonder if my half sister thinks my dad wrote back to her, because if so, that would be awesome, as my sis apparently had strung together several expletives (my mom said my sis had strung together more curses at once than she ever had in her life; if true, that's really saying something!). One can only hope.