I called his house later and he couldn't talk because his parents were flipping out at him and he was in fact kind of upset that I called because his mom or something was upset that I called because they were busy flipping out at him but now that I look back that seems really fucking dumb. Sorry I want to know how my boyfriend is doing after that ordeal. Pardon me for interrupting your yellfest. It was stupid because the crash wasn't even his fault. Ironically, his dad rear-ended someone in his car months later and just kind of acted very casual about it. His dad is cool so I'm sure he was just shocked that his car had been damaged. The next day I went to school and had to tell the story to everyone and his mom kept him home. Why? I don't know. There was barely a scratch on him. I was the one with a monster purple bruise on me. He was perfectly fine. Maybe she wanted to bitch more. Z accompanied me when I visited him that afternoon and his mom sat on the fucking stairs yak yak yakking and being the crazy person she is while he sat there looking at me like "please kill me." The car accident really wasn't that terrible compared to his mom's reaction to it and our complete lack of privacy and the way he basically wasn't allowed to leave the house.
Actually for her her reaction was pretty blase, it was his dad who actually freaked out, but compared to a normal person she still acted very strange. She didn't help matters, let's just say. I often wonder what the look on her face would be if I knocked on their door and said I was there to hang out with him. She hated me and she always made statements about how we got off on the wrong foot and were starting anew but I honestly never had a problem with her until she called me a slut behind my back (when I was a virgin) and made other remarks about how I never talked, even tho it was impossible to get a word in, but that's enough of that. I can deal with crazy, I think I've proved that, its just irritating when your boyfriend's mother isn't just crazy but also says things like "I wouldn't come to the wedding if you married her" and "I won't send you money if you two live in the same dorm." Uh, okay.
Anyways, let's wrap this up. I had that bruise for months, although it was many different colors over that span of time. I never knew bruises could scar, but I could touch where it had been a year later and it was painful. I still point it out when I see a stealth and I still remember "cruisin'" as being something really really fun. Oh and if he's reading this, I still point out Jesus Fish all the time. He hated that and its got nothing to do with anything but I just remembered it.
String from your tether unwinds
Up and outward to bind
I was spinning free
with a little sweet and simple numbing me.
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