I do not like conflict.
Well… I do, but more because I love resolving it so much.
Which is why it makes me sad that friends are fighting so far away that I can’t help.
The car loan… I have to have a co-signer, and my parents won’t. Guess I’m taking a bus. Damnit. I needed that car.
The boyfriend doesn’t seem to understand why he upsets me. It doesn’t OCCUR to him, while talking to one of our mutual friends, that he should probably ASK ME when discussing whether or not I want to visit with said mutual friend. Not assume that things will work out, we’ll end up spending a happy day together, and not want to visit a really cool guy I haven’t seen in weeks.
Or that I’ll believe his words when I know he lies.
Or put up with his baby-shit anymore. I barely did in the first place, why would I now?
And now that I’m on a rant… In my family… if there is something wrong with you, you deal with it. You don’t use real or supposed mental illness as a crutch. You fucking adapt and live. Is this impossible?