Finally dug all of my fabulous winter clothes out of storage and packed them nicely into a bin and brought them upstairs to be washed. So, understandably, my mother confuses the tupperware bin with a bag of decomposted garbage and throws the bin into the dumpster. I'm finally hearing about this now, exactly 5 days after Garbage Day. So, here I am now layering summer clothes on myself to stay warm like a transient in the lost and found bin at the YMCA. The only solace I have is that my $290 Ralph Lauren snowboarding jacket may make a comfortable home for a family of raccoons.
If I knew that breaking up with The Ex and moving back in 'with' my mom would cause me this much stress, I may have reconsidered. But, on the other hand, I most definitely would have made the same choice. Because, of the end of the day, a few nice jackets and wool leggings is a small price to pay to avoid a life with someone whose relationship ideologies are based off of that of the Nazi regime.
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