I have had financial issues with trying to make more money and stay ahead. I usually either have barely or just enough. Since my boyfriend has moved in, I had lost a job, worked two jobs and my account is negative in a large amount of money. Sometimes I wonder if I am cursed or just learning a cosmic lesson on surviving financial struggles.
I don't hate my life, I'm just having a hard time understanding it.
my cousin wants to have a dick sucking contest to see who is better
everything seems to piss me off lately and it doesnt help that this 'confessions app' keeps deleteing my confessions like???? and i want to point out to the creators of this app that constantly deleting won't solve anything and i dont know what rules or regulations i've crossed but im sure as hell i wasnt even being vulgur or explicit. if they delete this im going to lose my mind
Three years ago i posted that i wanted to drive an old Van and visit places around europe, but couldnt because i was broke. Now, i have a new job, and a Volkswagen T5. pretty funky how life sometimes does that.
I hate it when I'm feeling fine or better than normal, then I talk to someone and after the conversation my mood is dreary and feeling dissatisfied with life.
There are people in my life that try to remind me of what I didn't accomplish and tell me of those that I know who have accomplished what I should have accomplished. They tell me the news for me to be happy for the person, which I am. I admit that there is a feeling of regret and disappointment in myself for not having similar news. I have made the choices that I have made, and the desires that I have had before, I don't want to pursue for reasons I cannot explain. Yet deep down, by the person telling me about this person, I can't help but feel like they wanted me to feel disappointed as well. I could be wrong, but it is a gut feeling.
When I first got into this relationship, my boyfriend was a virgin and I was not. I didn't have a whole lot of experience, but I had enough to think I knew what I was doing. I assumed I'd have to teach him a lot- and I was okay with that- but boy, was I wrong. He's so good. He makes me feel incredible. He can still improve on some things, but damn, he drives me wild. I, on the other hand, seem to have no idea what I'm doing with him. He doesn't like almost anything that any of my other partners liked, which is fine cause he's his own person with his own tastes, but... I don't know how to touch him. And it's so frustrating because I so badly want to make him feel the way he makes me feel, but I'm just at a loss. I know I'll learn him in time, but it's very frustrating right now and I just needed to vent.
I think my boyfriend has given up on me cooking for him.
My boyfriend's mom called me while I was at work. I checked my voicemail and called my boyfriend. He said he called her and may go to see her. She lives three hours away. I called her about three hours later. She picked up. I said hello, and let her know who I was. (I had spoken to her on the phone times before and met her seven months back). I asked her how she was doing. She said she was fine. I asked if her son said anything to her about coming to visit her. She was about to say something, then she stopped. After a few seconds I said, "Hello...Hello...Hello?". Then I heard the phone get picked up, put back on the reciever and disconnect. I called a two times and the voicemail came on twice. I left a message the second time hoping she was okay, that we lost connection and hope that she has a good rest of her day. I didn't tell my boyfriend about it. I called my boyfriend and asked if he made it to see his mom. He said no. He had called his mom back and his brother made it down to see her, because she had car trouble. He went to donate and went grocery shopping instead. For the past month or so, his mother had wanted him to live with her. He and I have been living together. She is a little upset that he doesn't want to live with her. That may be why she hung up on me. She doesn't want to connect with me and wants her son back. It makes me sad. If my boyfriend makes the decision to stay with his mom, I have nothing against it, because she is dealing with an illness, so I understand. He has to make the decision, it is not in my hands.