Fah out. I can't believe my grandmother blames me for my sister running away and leaving us with her son. My sister runs away because she hates being a mother. Not because our family like to throw jokey insults at each other and laugh together.
Rude bitch.
Anyway. Today was actually shit. I know I don't see my grandma that much, but she ruins everything. I wanted to go see my boyfriend play soccer after work, but because it had rained all day today, I "might get sick standing out in the cold," and suddenly, I "don't eat enough any more, look how thin you are!"
Please grandma. Lol.
No, I'm not thin, I'm a size ten on bottom, and 12 on top. My boobs are great. DD's all the way baby. My legs are great. My tummy is a bit bleh, but I'm the best I've ever looked. I've been working for three years to come down from a size 15. I think that's really slow..? But I love the way I am now. I'm not thin.
Mike was over the moon when I said that he can move in with Lou and I. Whenever it happens. I've never lived away from home. I wanted to live with my best gay friend before I lived with my boyfriend, because Lou knows I hate being around people all the time. But I promised Mike, as much as I adore my space, I'm going to save him from his parents.
I hope it works out. Good lord, we did it five times during the day. I love spending Sunday in bed with him. I hope it's the pill that's doing this to me haha.
I'm watching Breaking Dawn again. This time, with my sister. I'm making efforts to speak to her. It's going ok..
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