this is falling-in-love weather.
this is walking-around-the-bookstore-with-a-mocha-in-one-hand-and-a-girl’s-in-the-other weather.
this is neil-young-heart-of-gold-all-morning weather.
this is wet-socks-and-warm-heart weather.
this is whiskey-in-front-of-the-fire weather.
this is drive-to-the-coast-and-listen-to-the-rain-hit-the-ocean weather.
this is plaid-shirt-and-sweater weather.
this is stay-in-bed-with-netflix-and-the-cat-all-day weather.
this is you-and-i weather.
the notebook problem: you see a notebook. you want to buy the notebook. but you know you have like TEN OTHER NOTEBOOKS. most which are STILL EMPTY. you don’t need to notebook. you’re probably not gonna use the notebook anyway. what’s the point? DONT BUY THE NOTEBOOK. you buy the notebook.
What are you supposed to do if your significant others family just doesn’t like you? There’s nothing I can do to make them like me, not asking about that. More like, what can I do for my own heart and my own sadness? Is it something I should be concerned about in my future if my boyfriend doesn’t care about their opinion?
I was going to message people but I’m away from a computer for at least another day and I need to get some stuff out of my brain before it explodes. It’s going to be long, sound at least a bit rude, and probably will be a bit stream-of-conscious like, sorry in advance.
Background: my boyfriends parents invited me to go vacationing to Canada with them for a week. I didn’t really have a choice as my only viable excuse was money and they paid for 99.9% of it. So I got my passport and joined them.
On the trip, they treated myself and my boyfriend like annoyances, as if we’d invited ourselves along. They complained about the cost of feeding everyone and then went out and bought art prints. They offered us drinks and made fun of us for the ones we chose. His 15 year old sister was the little princess of the trip and got everything she wanted, and they didn’t even acknowledge my boyfriends birthday until I referred to him as the birthday boy, and then all he got from it was a glass of cheap wine and not having to do dishes that night. (They later remedied this, a good 5 days later, with a too big golf shirt and some tickets to see the Eagles.)
I got a fever and nearly threw up near the end of the trip and his mom didn’t believe me. His sister regularly ridiculed my quirks to the point of almost crying (which I would have, had I had any time to myself). Every day they brought up how difficult it was to travel with 5 even though I NEVER WANTED TO GO. We got in trouble for not walking with the group and then were totally ignored when walking with them. The air mattress they brought for us wouldn’t stay inflated so we slept on gravelly ground with the thinnest two sleeping bags of the five they brought.
About five days into the trip I couldn’t take it anymore and left the hotel room to take a walk and write and cry. His parents were out too, so boyfriend and his sister were alone in the room. When I came back I could tell they had talked. I found out later what had been said and it was kinda the last straw for any respect I had for his mom or his sister.
Apparently the reason his mom doesn’t like me is because she thinks it’s foolish to date someone with mental health issues, because she dated someone like me in college and it was too hard for her. I’m not sure what someone like me means. Also admitted in that conversation were a few other things but they seem trivial compared to how much that particular comment hurts.
His family was extremely generous to take me with them on a trip I could never afford. They spent way too much money on me. But the casually veiled disdain and treating me like a sideshow ruined the experience for me. It makes me worry what life will be like for me with them in it. It’s making me sick and worried whenever I think about it.