So the ski trip was fantastically SHITTY. I am basically an uncontrollable fat slob. And so much went down with the ex... last night, I went shopping with my best friend (who also... happens to be his sister. oof.) and then went back to their house for dinner. I am greeted with him in his jacket and a wierd hug before he runs off to his friend's house to get drunk.
Needless to say. I was not a happy camper. And then we just sat down, me, my friend, and her mom, and discussed the future implications of our dating status. I realize that sounds kind of scary, but it was actually really good. For my self-confidence. It was basically a boyfriend bash conducted by his mother and sister. Not a bash, but just the idea that I don't deserve to be treated that way and if he wants to "have fun" for a few years before we settle down, fine, but I "shouldn't hold a candle-lit vigil for his return". Basically they told me to go out and have fun and say, screw you, I'll see you when you're done being immature.
I LOVE that family :)
also they both said that even though it wasn't allowed, they wanted me for an in-law. And said our children would be adorable :)
But first, I have to stop being such a fucking cow.
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