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Growing Pains...

In case you haven't noticed, I been a little bitter lately, and it seems like it's going to be that way for awhile.

To add to my most recent crapfest. I live at home. Trust me, if I wasn't broke- I wouldn't. Being here in my late teens and now my early twenties has been tough at times, especially when it comes to boyfriends. My parents are old school Caribbean parents that have this weird cultural group think that I usually have no problem with. I just avoid it. But this time I really needed them to bend the rules.

They're throwing me a graduation party and my best/boyfriend (of four years) can't come because they won't let him stay over for like two days. Nevermind that I stayed with his family for like three weeks and they were nothing but nice. MY parents think it's a sin, sin, sin, bad, bad, bad, "what will people think?" etc... Eventhough I asked if he could stay in the basement, as far as he can get from me living in the attic. (YEA, I SAID ATTIC. I'm fucking pathetic.) They won't back down.

Now i'm stuck in the middle, not wanting even to have the party but having already sent the invitations out. Hating my parents for hiding behind their beliefs (you know they're full of shit when your grandma sides with you) but liking them cause they want to throw me a party. And parties are always good.

I guess there comes a time when the clash of beliefs between parent and child comes to a head.
I'm moving out.


In a few months.


Posted by TastyKeish at 3:48 PM


Money + Gun Dealer + Me = Independence. :-)

By Blogger TheDevilishSaint, at 4:01 AM  

wine + drugs (the legal ones) = bliss while dealing with my mother

Well, maybe not bliss, but I'm too medicated to tell.

By Blogger Queen of Ass, at 10:31 PM  

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