curiousfeline

I got back from SA Monday morning and then had to go to work...

I brought my new puppy home, Elvis. He is the greatest... a Great Dane.

But... I almost had a freaking mental breakdown when I got home from work yesterday. Since I live in some old apartments that his parents own we are rent free.. and they didn't want any dogs but Matt convinced me that his parents wouldn't mind. So his mom came to pick me up from work and told me that she didn't want the dog and that she had told me that before... then her and Matt got into a big arguement in the car and I just started sobbing.

It's not just the puppy thing.. and its not just them fighting.. I'm tired of being here.. I feel like I'm closed in and I'm gonna suffocate. Me and Matt always argue and he always argueing w/ his parents.. there is alot more to this story but it would take pages and pages to write it. But I just wish I could move away and never come back sometimes.

I called my Mom in SA and was freaking out and asked her to come get me b/c I wanted to come home.. and she said to call her in the morning b/c it was already nite and if I could make it until the morning she would pick me up today.

So I talked to Matt for an hour or so and his parents said that they didn't mean to hurt my feeling about the puppy. Matt said that they thought they were gonna have to take care of him when I was gone. And I really don't understand why they thought that they would have to feed him and watch him. I have other animals and I never once asked his parents to watch them. So I dunno if I get to keep Elvis and I feel really bad about calling my mom when I was freaking out b/c I know she was upset by it... I have to call her in a min and tell her that it's ok.

Meh.. I hate drama.. thats why I have movies.

-Kitty *meow*