There's a curse out there that goes something like "May you live in interesting times." I have long believed in this. For past 5 and a half years, I've lived a very quiet existence. And I really like that. It's not just that I don't like drama, I also worry way too much about everything. So really, things are better off when I'm just worried about getting home in time to walk my dogs.
Things started getting a little more interesting when I had my not-date, which led to a sort-of-date, which led to a definite date, which is leading up to possibly something more. Which is exciting and wonderful. Except we both have two very eccentric families to deal with. And for most people, this would not be a problem. Holidays and special events, otherwise, who cares, right? Well, I have the meddling family from hell. I do my best to set boundaries, but I will confess that when I was newly widowed, I needed their help -- with everthing from home repair to legal issues. And they sank in the claws and haven't backed off since.
His situation is even more complicated. Because he had a child at a rather young age, he is just now going back to school. And so that he can afford to go back to school and help support his son, he's living with his parents. Yes, that's right -- that means that there are two generations of his family I have to worry about making a good impression on. And because of our rather complicated history (including a lot of crying on my part) and his current lack of employment, my family is not positively disposed toward him. And while, in the long run, I don't really care, I don't need the lectures.
I know that anyone reading this would be thinking, oh surely, Trixie, this is so not a big deal. And it probably wouldn't be if it wasn't coupled with drama no. 2 -- the karate school soap opera. More on that tomorrow. If I'm not dead from High School Musical overload.
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Awesome. I can't wait to hear the next installment!
Me too. Let's hear it!
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