Drama

Am a Drama Queen. Don't know when or how it happened, but it did.

Who am I kidding, learned it at my mother's knee. Come from long line of Drama Queens; just have been fibbing to self. It did not skip a generation as I had hoped. Looking through journal proves that. Might have to learn to embrace the DQ in me and move on. ::shudders:: That or more therapy. LOTS more.

Anyway, A. is forcing my hand with the whole "letting him in" deal. He over heard my Ma' on the answering machine inviting me and whomever I'm currently seeing home for Easter. Easter is not on my list of required holiday visits, but wants to meet my family. He thinks he wants to anyway, poor, dear man.

My family. God. If I take him out there, he'll begin to understand just how messed up I am (cannot fake sanity when with those people). And if I don't, he has already indicated how frustrated he is with my "no information routine". After all, HE took me to another STATE to meet his family. Suddenly, I'm kind of wondering if he is more serious than I thought. He did take me to meet his family.

Damn, I didn't think of that. Why the hell didn't I think of that?

SEE! Drama!
-Moiré