Today I had a really fuck*ng bad day.
I was woken up by my girlfriend saying that she was leaving and her mother and brother were an hour away, from Connecticut, to get their stuff.
I knew we were in a rough patch because she'd been overworked, having taken on costuming a play as a second job but...
I figured we were gonna work it out afterwards.
NOPE.
She said she can't "wait" for me anymore, because I've had a hard time finding work up here and because apparently cooking and cleaning for her, driving her into work on tired days, talking her through her hassles and providing her free room and board while she went back to school through my folks didn't count for anything.
She took the car because she probably paid for like two thirds of it. Our phones are in her name.
I am 33, nearly broke, carless, cellphoneless, jobless, with a useless degree and fuck*ng alone up here.
Holy shit. I am having a fuck*ng bad day.
She's got a bipolar disorder, I think that working too much while going to school pushed her over the edge and her mother sunk her claws in by phone.
Her mom's an insane Long Island social climber who only approved of me insofar as I was a guy and not a girl. My c*ck was the only thing she approved of about me because Adrian's dated women too at times.
I don't know.
I don't fuck*ng know.
I am numb and I have had an honest to God really fuck*ng bad day, holy shit. Holy shit.