Stitching Hope.

I was honest!

I went into the restaurant today and talked to my boss. When I told him that I needed to talk to him and that it was kind of a long story he said “Oh no! You’re not quitting are you?!” I told him that I wasn’t and then told him the story.**
He then said “Of course honey! We like you here, I thought you were leaving us! We like you, now you go see your boyfriend! Just make sure to remind me the week before!

**(in a previous post. Basically the boyfriend is leaving for two years and I bought a ticket to go see him for our last anniversary together before he leaves, but didn’t  check to see if I could have the days off of work).

That’s love right there:

He still loves me, even when I:

• Come home from work smelling like pancakes (he hates pancakes).
• Call him when I can’t sleep.
• Have teenie bopper crushes on celebrities.
• Won’t give him my tumblr url.
• Pop his blackheads.
• Constantly beg for foot rubs.
• Stress out about nothing.

I’m so grateful.

I hate to complain, but

It hurts that she brings me to hang out and eat dinner with her boyfriend, talks about him all the time and expects me to listen, when she won’t give mine the slightest chance. If he’s going, she doesn’t want to go. If I suggest a group date she says “nevermind.”If I bring him up I get one word responses and subject changes.

It hurts that my high school best friend can’t give my boyfriend of almost three years a chance.

And now the one time that she actually suggests that I bring him, she wonders why I said no.