I've been sitting here, pondering this whole space shuttle calamity...
... of which I knew no such space shuttle even existed until this morning.
I really need to keep up with these things.
I'm worried about the boy. Well. Really worried. He has a few problems, among which, an ungrateful family. I really don't understand this, but I shall try my hardest.
His family doesn't appreciate him in the slightest. They bitch, yell, complain. And now. Ahh, yes... now. Now they're kicking him out. His mother talked to him about what a horrible son he is.
He isn't a horrible son.
In fact, he's the greatest son and the best goddam boyfriend in the world. He works, pays bills, and overall is just a great kid to be around. I'd say that's something to be pretty damn proud of.
So what the hell is wrong with these people?? Instead of putting him down and telling him he'll never amount to anything, they should support him. And respect him. And understand that if he makes mistakes, it's no big deal. He's only human. Their mental capacity just amazes me. *cough* But seriously, there's something wrong with this picture. He shouldn't be treated like this. Someone needs to teach these people a thing or two about sociality.
It just bothers me how he's being affected by these people. Oh, the future. I plan on giving him so much.
I'm hoping this will all blow over. If not, I'm hoping my aunt Donna will let him live in the spare bedroom until things become a little more civilized.
I want things for him to be so much better, he's the greatest thing I've ever had.
He makes my heart smile.