I'm exhausted. Mentally more than physically lately. There's been so much going on internally that I haven't even gotten a chance to just breathe. That's all I really need to do right now is breathe.
It all started on Valentine's Day, not the typical romantic escapade meant for two like the day entails, but it ended up being a family affair. I didn't really mind to be honest. I love his parents and sister. The boyfriend and I ended up spending our day with his family in Queens eating, talking, laughing. We even attempted to go to the grand opening of Jollibee on the East Coast, which ended being an epic fail since the line went around the block. Filipinos are serious about getting their fix of Chicken Joy and palabok. I'm not even gonna front, I wanted to order 20 of their spaghetti so I can stock up when I got back to my apartment.
The "original" plan was supposed to be skating at the Polar Rink in the Museum of Natural History, museum hopping, and finally grabbing dinner at the MET. Yeah, it was more chill than last year's surprise indoor picnic for two. There was a change of plans because I had no intentions of going anywhere alone with him. I broke down that day. I think we all did. Earlier that day the boyfriend just lost it and I in turn lost it. I yelled, I cried, I fell to my knees. I haven't felt like that in years. All the crap I've been holding in, the excuses I was making for his behavior, everything just busted the fuck out. I hated him that day. I deserved better.
But after venting out our frustrations and hours of "good" talk, he and I talked and made up. We knew things were gonna change starting that day. We both knew it, we just didn't know how.
I'm gonna take my mind off things by doing a little retail therapy with the housemates. 'I just need to be out.. 'til next time.
It all started on Valentine's Day, not the typical romantic escapade meant for two like the day entails, but it ended up being a family affair. I didn't really mind to be honest. I love his parents and sister. The boyfriend and I ended up spending our day with his family in Queens eating, talking, laughing. We even attempted to go to the grand opening of Jollibee on the East Coast, which ended being an epic fail since the line went around the block. Filipinos are serious about getting their fix of Chicken Joy and palabok. I'm not even gonna front, I wanted to order 20 of their spaghetti so I can stock up when I got back to my apartment.
The "original" plan was supposed to be skating at the Polar Rink in the Museum of Natural History, museum hopping, and finally grabbing dinner at the MET. Yeah, it was more chill than last year's surprise indoor picnic for two. There was a change of plans because I had no intentions of going anywhere alone with him. I broke down that day. I think we all did. Earlier that day the boyfriend just lost it and I in turn lost it. I yelled, I cried, I fell to my knees. I haven't felt like that in years. All the crap I've been holding in, the excuses I was making for his behavior, everything just busted the fuck out. I hated him that day. I deserved better.
But after venting out our frustrations and hours of "good" talk, he and I talked and made up. We knew things were gonna change starting that day. We both knew it, we just didn't know how.
I'm gonna take my mind off things by doing a little retail therapy with the housemates. 'I just need to be out.. 'til next time.
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