And I honestly feel fine.
So, yeah...Last time I wrote I was feeling slightly devastated, as my boyfriend of nearly 4 years had just broken up with me out of the blue.
But...Actually, when I sit back and think about it with a clear head, it was for the best. Admittedly, I was getting pretty annoyed with a lot of little things, but I wouldn't have said anything, to spare his feelings. So yeah...He did the dirty work so I didn't have to. Was just extra obnoxious that he went on whining and bellyaching about it like it was my doing! Seriously? You break up with someone, your choice, your decision, and then you complain about being devastated and heartbroken, and blah, blah, blah. *rolls eyes*
A quick look back at irritations:
1. He said he accepted me for who I was...YET...There was always something he wanted me to do differently.
2. The 3 texts a day that I HAD to do, regardless. I had to text him in the morning and tell him good morning, with a pic, and if it got past 10 or 11, I was getting a text all worried like "I hope everything is okay..." The evening text...In which I had to say more than, "Hey, I'm alive." *shakes head* I honestly don't do much at this point...School & home life & that is pretty much it, not exactly easy to come up with something going on to talk about. *rolls eyes* AND, of course, the good night text, with picture. Which, on occasion (a lot) I sent before I was even going to bed so I wouldn't have to worry about it later, and I could just do whatever I wanted after that.
3. Monitoring what I posted on Facebook...Because what if it was something I hadn't told him, and he would think was important, despite the fact that 99.9% of the time, it was something inane and had no bearing on anything! Especially since he kept telling me how he hated Facebook, and hardly ever went on there...He sure whined about enough of the things I posted there, & complained/mocked the games I choose to play there.
4. (We'll keep going with that thought). He mocked the games I choose to play, simply because they weren't the kinds of games he would play. Well I'm not interested in the games he likes to play. I like to do my own thing. Duh, individual here. *rolls eyes*
5. Which reminds me, yeah, he complained if I rolled my eyes. It's part of who I am, it's what I do. I happen to enjoy a good eye roll on occasion.
6. I'd not feel good, even just a little bit, and I was met with. "So, you are sick again." Or the equivalent. WTF? How about some sympathy when I don't feel 100% instead. I was sick for nearly 6 weeks when I started in the kinder classroom...I made sure to keep quiet about it for the most part. Despite feeling like I was dying on a couple occasions.
7. The whole literal thing. Okay, I can understand being literal on occasion, and sometimes it's amusing, but not ALL the time. And seriously, no one can be THAT literal. There were times it was blatantly obvious what was said/meant and he pulled the literal crap...I honestly sometimes wanted to ask him if he was that fucking stupid.
Honestly, there is more, but Gods, that is enough, really.
[Like the Spring Break I went down there. Let him talk me into leaving a day before I wanted to. Which became a disastrous trip. He had to come rescue me, and then pretty much charged me $80 for doing so. WTF? Then...I spent the whole week trapped in his apartment. Granted, he did have to work, but there was still time to do something after he got out, and he took a day and a half off, and we still did nothing. The only time we went anywhere was the last day I was there, and that was to the fish store. We didn't even go out to eat even once. & I had to pay one of the times we ordered in, despite him knowing I didn't have much money on me. & the rest of the time, I pretty much starved because there wasn't anything in the house for me to fix for myself.] So...Yeah.
Okay...Away from all that crap...
The semester is nearly over. I have a class today where our groups are presenting a unit plan, and then one final paper to turn in, and a final exam I have to take Monday.
I did my last day of teaching assisting Thursday. Said my good-byes to the kinders. Gave them each a little felt plushie that I had made.
I might be going in to sub next Thursday, don't know half or full day yet. I subbed Thursday & Friday a week ago, full days. They were a bit demonic, but I got thru it. [They've continued to be a bit on the cranky side...I think it's the weather.]
I'll be subbing half a day for them in May, and the second half of the day I'll be in with a first grade class.
Mum has it figured, if I sub 2 1/2 days a month I will make enough to pay my tuition for my Spring class. So hopefully that works.
The school usually has something along the subbing lines once a week...So, even if it's not an ideal job, I need to take it. Money is really, really tight right now. [Doesn't help that the car insurance is going up $100 a month because MI requires medical attached somewhere along the lines, and Mum's insurance where she works has decided (the the face of this Obama Care crap) that it won't do anything attached to car accidents anymore. & MI is apparently the only state that requires this. Blah.]
Critter A. *sigh* She's pretty much missed every day the last marking period, and it's looking like it's going to be the whole second semester.
She's so tired of not feeling well and being sick. We are going downstate Tuesday so we can see a specialist. Hopefully something can get figured out. I just want her to be better. This is suppose to be her last year as a camper at the camp she goes to (and has for 8 years now), so it's kind of a big deal...I don't want her to miss it because she's sick and can't go. It's been her plan to go as camper until she was done, and then return as a LIT (Leader in Training) and then go back as a counselor. It's one of the few things she is really passionate about.
Well...Going to finish this up, as I have to seriously think about getting ready to head off to class soon.
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