Besides, maybe this time it’s different. I mean, I really think you like me.
I’m so thankful that I’ve got a good boyfriend who wants to plan a future with me.
I’ve done a shitty job at keeping up with my blog/photo a day project since my boyfriend got here, just because my parents (mainly my father) have made our lives rather hectic.
We’re both trying to make cash doing odd jobs for random people, but we were pretty much forced us to go on assistance, which is really embarrassing to say. What boggles my mind is that my dad basically stole me away from my life to work for his store, yet won’t pay me a wage. I had friends, a paying job and was in the middle of obtaining my college degree. I had friends and my boyfriend. Sure, my life wasn’t perfect, but I had way more opportunities. Thank God my boyfriend cares about me enough that he dropped his entire life to come up here and start fresh to be with me. But now my dad says he doesn’t want either of us to go try to work unless it’s jobs that come from the store, in which case he would want 25 per cent of our earnings. It’s fucking retarded, needless to say.
We’re paying $675 a month to live in a motorhome, which is rather nice, but we have no cable or internet. We adjusted our phone plans so that we have more data and free Canada-wide calling.
I’m so lucky to have my babes here to help me with this stuff.
Yesterday, I brought him to therapy with me. My therapist is going to try to fast track him in to see a PTSD therapist at the same place ,which I think is a really good idea.
My birthday is in two weeks. For my birthday, Casey’s giving me a girly day of getting my hair, nails and waxing done. Every time we go to the mall, he wants to go to the jewelry store and make me try on rings… so I fear he may have something extravagant up his sleeve.
Life’s not perfect, but at least our wheels are turning in the right direction. I’m in love. I’m happy. I’ll do whatever it takes to make our life together work.
I will get better at keeping up with my blog a day/photo a day project. And although I’ve failed for this year, next year is just around the corner.