The snake finally entered Paradise....fuck!
Today Mr Awesome went to Mexico with his sister. They're gonna be there for 10 days. I couldn't come because I'm poor and have no money, which sucks major ass. I'm happy for him because he gets an awesome vacation, but at the same time I'm insanely envious and frustrated.
Envious because I also want to go to Cancun and do awesome stuff (his sister just had to rub all their plans in my face even though I asked her to wait to reveal stuff until I wasn't there), and because this is the third trip he's been on since we got together, on which I haven't been able to come. First it was two weeks in the Bahamas, then two weeks in the French Alps, now ten days in Mexico. All trips paid for by his family, so it doesn't cost him anything. I am envious because this never happens to me. My family doesn't have any money.
I'm frustrated because the one time we actually did go somewhere, I ended up paying for almost everything, plain tickets, dinners, shopping and so on. And the reason I don't have any money now is because I'm saving up and spending all my money on a trip for the two of us to the US, road trip coast to coast for three weeks in the summer. I'm a student and currently live on approx. $1 000 a month, 500 of which I give to mr Awesome to help pay for rent and such (he earns triple that, but has a lot of expenses. I've leant him what I can of my meagre savings, because I like to help out with things if I can). So naturally I won't be able to afford a trip to Mexico anytime soon.
Now for the snake part: When he walked me to the bus yesterday evening we talked about the trip to Mexico and how cool it was gonna be and how much it sucked that I couldn't come with. I said it sucked major ass because I was most likely never going to be able to afford such a trip, and have those experiences. I want to be a writer, so I will most likely not make very much money in the future either
Then he said I had to stop being so pessimistic (which I tend to be, but I usually get my act together after a little while), that I was bad influence on everyone around me and that I had become somewhat of a burden to him... I said I didn't have to be a burden to him much longer, if that's what he wanted. And then I didn't say another word, It's now been about 14 hours.
The reason I reacted that way is because I have really tried, with everything I have, to be exactly the opposite of that. I have done everything in my power to be positive and supportive, to change my bleak outlook on things, and that comment hit me like a roundhouse-kick to the face, It really really hurt.
Now, I love this man more than anything, and I'm terrified of losing him, but if that's what he thinks about me then... I don't know.
My mobile's been off since we last spoke, and I'm not sure I want to turn it on again. Firstly, because I don't know what to reply to his messages. Secondly, what if there are no messages? I'm avoiding Facebook as well, planning on spending my vacation in the shower crying
Fuck!
Am I being irrational?
Am I overreacting?
Oh, wise oracles of the Phoenix Inn: What the hell do I do?
Things and stuffs...and other important objects.