Hmpf.

I just spent four days and five nights at my parents' home, which is about thirty minutes away from my apartment. I worked every day for about 6-8 hours, and made some pretty good money, because my dad likes to give his money away, and he does like to help people. He just expects a favor or two in return. Haha.

Sometimes it's really hard to stay at that house, because of some of the memories and feelings tied into living there before. Before I left, I told my fiance that I needed him to be available to me, so that he could help support me working and staying there for the week. He agreed. Then a couple of the nights that I stayed, I called, and the first time he had been completely shit-faced with his friend, and didn't even hear the phone. I was upset. The second time, he had the same friend over, and they were stoned this time, apparently. So I told him I didn't want his friend over at our apartment anymore.

Which, I don't really mind his friend that much, it's just that his friend is what prevented me from getting the support I needed. That, and I was very disappointed in my fiance, that he didn't give it much effort to be there for me. He just claimed that he doesn't "do the phone," and that he shouldn't be expected to "wait around for my call."

Grrr. And this is all happening during my moody week.

The other thing that is getting me to now is that whenever he has a day or two off, we do NOTHING. And I like going out and doing things together. I get really, really sick of staying here all the time, even when I've been working all week, and away from my home, too. We went to the beach, but he got tired, so we had to leave. It is just so disappointing sometimes. I love him, but I'm irritated with him this week.

I made all the money that is very helpful this week, but once I get home, it just disappears, and even faster than I made it. It's annoying. I'm going back this week to work more, but I'm still a little stressed about it disappearing. As if I had nothing to do with it "disappearing."

I'm also trying to lose twenty-thirty pounds, because I gained "stress weight" during the move out here, and also during the past couple months. I can't seem to find some inexpensive sweats to wear to go exercise in. Fiance needs new pants for his full-time job, but I ain't payin' for 'em. Fuck that. He just got a check, and my money is disappearing too fast as it is.

I also had to deal with my mother during my stay at the parents' house. She doesn't want to spend time with my dad's group of friends, and doesn't seem to understand that she doesn't have to hang around them, and she needs to be okay with my dad having that hobby, or he is just going to continue to feel threatened, and she'll continue to want to fight against what she thinks is him not understanding how she feels. They are so disfunctional and dont' have a clue how to communicate. It's like they don't even know each other anymore. And they've been married for over thirty years now.

I think I'm gonna go for a quick walk, whether fiance wants to do something or not. Hmpf.