Autumn Colours...
Smooze Nooze
(Sunday, Apr. 20, 2008, 5:58 pm)
Well, I think I'm starting to let what others are thinking affect my "ability" to stand on my own two feet in this relationship.

My good-good friend Justin advised me that I need to be extra careful in my relationship. I tried to explain to him that I just don't take myself that seriously anymore....but still what he said affected me.

So - I took the pussy-footed method of talking about an issue, and just wrote it in the diary that City and I are using. I told him that I wanted to start spending Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday night at my OWN house by myself. He didn't take to that too kindly, but I really believe (along with what everyone else thinks) that I do need the personal space from him/us.

So what does that mean???

He's dead freakin set on moving out of his apartment and in to a house in the next 90 days. Good for him...he honestly needs the tax break. Me?!? I'm fine. I like where I live, and make out damn decently on my taxes.

So what does that mean??

Well, we are moving in together. I told him (more because of my moms situation) that he has to give me at least 6 months before I can just move out. I will NOT leave my sister stuck with a 1,700$ rent payment on her own. So my mom would have to take over my part of the rent....and that's only fair.

Since City doesn't have the most perfect credit in the world, his mother is going to co-sign on his place. Do I like his mother? (Um, honestly...what girlfriend/daughter-in-law actually LIKES thier significant others mom??)

Put it to ya like this....when we went up to West Virginia, his mom rode in the car with me the last hour. About 42 of those minutes, she proceeded to tell me about his last "real relationship" and how much she loved her (Niki) and etc etc. I never told City what she said, b/c I knew it would greatly piss him off. But on Friday night, City and I wanted to go and look for a second time at this one house that we REALLY REALLY want.

Problem with this place? It's....oh, I don't know....12 doors down from his mom's residence. Not even remotely kidding about this. [side bar: I noticed when we were in West Va that his mom is a lot of things. A closet alcoholic...like a stumbling, weird alcoholic. And that she is EX.TREM.ELY controlling. She has to have everything...and I do mean EVERYTHING her way. Or she throws these odd fits -- I think I'm the only one that notices these things. So a controlling alcoholic mother-in-law. Yeah, those are winning points].

So I do have issues with that. I don't want to live 12 doors down from ANYONE! Especially one of our parents/friends/etc. That's just how I feel.

But since my name isn't anywhere on this, at all, then I'm not going to worry about it. But if we do get this house (meaning him getting it, and me moving in) and he one day decides to breed off of me, then we'll be getting a new house. No one is going to tell me how to raise my babies unless I ask for the help. Seriously.


So I dunno. We'll see how it goes. Day by day I guess.

Take that pound. #

Jeter - Monday, Sept. 28, 2009
Thoughts of death..... - Thursday, Sept. 24, 2009
One of those days - Tuesday, Sept. 22, 2009
What could have been, and should have been - Thursday, Sept. 17, 2009
Changes in Schedule - Tuesday, Sept. 15, 2009