What a weekend
I wasn't expecting to get to Waukesha on Friday until close to 7pm, but Pj surprised me by walking through our bed room door a few minutes after 8am. Those mornings are always the best because I love getting to spend all day with him. Soo I got up, we finished packing, headed off for breakfast, the bank, and MC. We were on the road by 1030 and made it there around 3pm CST.

The first person to meet him was my dad. It went surprisingly well, and my dad really opened up about his family, talked a bit about Vietnam, and pretty much shocked the shit out of me in the process. They seemed to get along quite well which was pleasing.

After dinner, my dad decided to bring up Shawn, and I knew it wasn't going to end well. I ended up calling Shawn to inquire about the divorce papers, and I called because texting about the situation would take forever, and I didn't have that kind of time. I ended up getting really annoyed with him because his tone of voice on the phone was full of "I don't give a fuck," which doesn't fly with me especially when it comes to something as serious as divorce. He insulted me, called me stupid, and told me that I did things half assed because I miss counted something when adding up either our bills or our belongings. I hung up on him, and I cried. I cried a lot. I even ran downstairs away from my parents and Pj to do it because I wasn't exactly sure what else to do. Honestly, I was surprised that Pj didn't come after me, and a part of me thinks that my father told him not to. I wanted him to come after me, to hold me, hug me, kiss my forehead and tell me not to let him get to me, but I can't change that now.

When I finally went back upstairs and told my dad what happened, he kind of started laughing. For the first time in my 22 years of life, I was totally straight with him, and I told him off. I told him that I didn't appreciate him making fun of me, and I told him that he was pissing me off. It felt SO good to finally have to balls to say that to him. I know how my dad can be, but I was hoping that he would be a bit more kind since I was crying, and he knew I was upset. I guess that was asking for too much though.

ANYWAY. When we left, I was in a better mood, and laughter was the ending note. We headed over to Chassa's, and it was pretty much the greatest night everrrr. I was pretty fucking trashed lol. I drunk dialed Kelly for no real reason except that I wanted to drunk dial someone, and I thought he would still be up. Pj was ridiculously amazing, and everyone LOVED him. He was social, he never got crabby, or at least not outwardly where people could see it, and he didn't make me feel like I was immature for getting trashed with my best friend. He drove me home, and the drive I don't really remember, and when we got back and got settled into bed, I cried. I cried and I poured my whole heart out to him which still feels really really good.

Since then, it feels like things have changed for the better. I'm not implying that things were ever NOT good, but sometimes when you have heart to hearts, things can become clear, and you just have an all around better understanding. I told him things that I never thought I would, and at the end of it all, I told him that I loved him so much, and he wrapped his arms around me and told me that he promised he loved me just as much as I loved him; I knew it was true. I can't even count the number of times that I heard him tell me he loves me, and it is the greatest feeling in the entire world. I am so happy.

On Saturday I decided that I wanted to kill my father. He played the embarrassment card to the max. I, again, stood up to him and told him to stop. I wanted to make sure he knew that he was pissing me off, and it wasn't to come across as a sassy little brat, it was so that he knew that I was getting pissed. It seemed to have work temporarily, and when he started it up again, I got pissed. Again.

We ended up going through an old photo album because I didn't believe that I had curly hair as a kid, and I still don't think of it as "curly." It was wavy. I was such a cute kid though haha =] I was either still drunk or slightly hung over, and I felt wrecked in the morning, so we ended up going back to bed around 11, and didn't get up until nearly 2pm. The nap was much needed and felt fucking amazing. There are days when I'm certain I could spend all day wrapped up in his arms, and Saturday was definitely one of them.

After teh nap, we did a little bit of shopping to get stuff for our new apartment [YAY!!!!!!!!!], came back for dinner, and then headed off to see Missy. Missy, whom I haven't seen in 4 years. I almost died. When she walked out of her door, her eyes were all red, and I knew she was going to cry which immediately made me cry. After everything that we've been through, she didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around me and hug me. It was the best feeling ever, and it was so good to spend time with her.

We went to Gander Mountain so that Pj could look for a case for his P90, and he ended up getting a tact light since they had jack shit for cases. Aaand after that, we headed back to Missy's to play Life. We played Life. How random is that? It was a ton of fun though, and it felt like we didn't miss a beat between then and high school. I have missed her so much, and I can't wait to see her again.

Sunday Dad cooked breakfast for Mom and us since it was Mother's Day. It was nice, and after breakfast I guess my parents got into it. Dad went and moped in his room, and we left around 10am because of it.

All in all it was a pretty good weekend, and I'm pleased with how it went. I'm glad that my Dad was comfortable enough to open up to Pj; that's HUGE. I wish that he would have been a little more tasteful, but whatever, I guess. Hopefully it's out of his system now, and next time we go visit he can just be normal. I'm pretty sure my mom liked him too which I'm also happy about =] And my friends loved him. So yay. Yay for a good weekend, but boo for being back to real life =[

ilmshsfm =D <3

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