Okay, so I’m not perfect. I’m a little lazy, I’m a little depressed, I’m having more than enough trouble looking for and finding a job because I’m an utter coward. However, I don’t see how any of these things make me responsible for magically knowing that there’s laundry in the dryer that I should be folding when I didn’t even put it in there. My boyfriend’s mother appears to think so. Or at least that’s how I heard it secondhand from Ed. It’s bad enough that I don’t know what people are talking about in this house 90 percent of the time, let alone when they’re actually talking about me.
I’m sorry I’ve been around the house too much. I’m sorry I haven’t found a job yet. I hate depending on people who aren’t my family. Hell, I hate depending on people who are my family. I just don’t know what to do about it right now, and I resent the implication that I should be psychic and know exactly what needs to be done.
To tell the truth, I’m a little afraid of Ed’s mother. She’s a perfectly nice woman, just a little intimidating, and my living with her son and not making very much money isn’t helping. I’m feeling a little cornered. I can’t find a job, and the only other thing I could do is move in with my parents, but that would mean moving far away from Ed again.
Well, now that I’ve gotten that at least partially out of my system, back to your normal programming. I hope that this at least made some sense, I’m a little too generally upset to be sure.