I am so fucking annoyed right now. I swear to god, talking to my boyfriend is like talking to a fucking brick wall sometimes.
We're getting some pretty bad weather at the moment. LOTS of snow. It started last night and has gone on all day. He decides he wants to go over to his friends place to hang out.
I tell him I don't think it's a good idea. It's snowing pretty bad and the roads look awful. I tell him he should stay home. Nope. He looks out the window and says "they don't look that bad" And off he goes. He texts me twenty minutes later to tell me he got there, but just barely and that the roads are terrible.
Oh really? That's literally the exact same fucking thing I JUST told you.
That was this morning. He texted me almost an hour ago to tell me a snow plow hit his car. Thankfully, he was not in it. But the car is somewhat damaged though not severely.
Guess how you could have avoided something like that? By listening to me in the first damn place when I said the weather is bad and you should consider staying how. What the fucking hell.
What the hell does he hear when I speak to him? Do I sound like one of the adults in a Charlie Brown cartoon? Wahh wahh wahh wahh. Wahh wahh wahh.
4:26 p.m. - Tuesday, Nov. 28, 2023
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