The best kind of rain.

Man, today has been the perfect day. I woke up this morning to John’s text message, and I was so unbelievably comfortable. I didn’t want to move. John came over shortly after I woke up to eat before he went to work. It was great. We watched Dora the Explorer haha. Then we brought PJ, my cat, into the house to chill with us after we ate. He’s so cute. He ran all over the house, and then he went in my bedroom. So John and I went in there and PJ was on my bed, so we lay down with him for like half an hour. It was so cute. And John mentioned that it felt like we were living together. He was right. All morning, it felt like we had our own place, and PJ made up our little family. It was so comfortable. And on top of that, it was raining this morning. Well, it’s been raining all day, but that just made it extra cozy this morning. It was just perfect. And after John left for work, I kept PJ in the house, and he ended up falling asleep with me on the couch. It was so cute, I just had to take a picture.

I’ve just been really comfortable all day. And I had lunch with my mom today. That was nice. Now I’m just hanging out at her office until I have to go to work. I’m a little sleepy, but I think it’s just that whole being comfortable thing. And the rain. The rain definitely has something to do with it.

I talked to Kellie last night and this morning. She and Joe are getting a place together. And their wedding date is set for December 19^th. I can’t wait. John and I are both going to be in the wedding, too. Kellie said she’d make sure we walk in together. It’s going to be awesome. I’m so happy for her. I also envy her a little bit. I mean, I certainly don’t want to get married any time soon, but a part of me wishes John and I could have a place together. Or that he could have his own apartment. I’m so tired of his parents treating him like shit, and I want him to have a better life. I want him to be able to get away from them. And I hope that by the time he turns 21, he’ll have enough money saved up so that he can move out. And I can help him. I will help him. I want so much better for him. His parents wouldn’t even let him make his own dinner last night. At 10:00 last night, they told him it was too late to cook macaroni. But he was hungry. They told him to make a sandwich. How fucking mean. How do you tell your own son that he can’t make his own dinner in his own house? When he told me that, it just flew all over me. I felt bad that I’d been talking to my mom and that I hadn’t gotten his text messages until like half an hour after he sent them. But that’s not the point. Point is – his parents have no reason to treat him like that. And his dad said John needs to treat his mom better and blah blah blah, but they need to learn to treat him better. They need to act like parents. I get home from work at 11:30 at night all the time, and my mom tells me if I’m hungry and want to fix something to eat, I can, as long as I clean up my dishes. So John’s parents are just giving him crap.

Sorry, I guess I could go on and on about them. They just make me so mad. And John deserves better. He tells me that he’s sorry for “burdening me with his problems”, but that’s not what he’s doing. He has every right to complain.

Anyway, I guess I’m gonna go. I have to get ready for work soon. Maybe I’ll post again tonight, but who knows.