*Cue Soap Opera Music*

Well... it happened. World War 3 between me and my mom. We went at it yesterday over the most random of things and it ended up being about me and my sexuality and how it hurts her. How it wound from me saving money to me being gay and such, I have no idea. She ended up telling me how I was irresponsible, how I should have matt start paying my medical bills, and some really hurtful comments. I ended up telling her exactly how I felt (and a few weeks of bottled up feelings towards her) made themselves clear.

After calling her a bigot, a hateful and spiteful person, and someone who makes everything about her, she stormed over to me and opened the door and said theres the door. I looked at her, ran up to my room packed my work uniform, an extra set of clothes, my medicine, my laptop and went down stairs, looked at her and she said what do you think your doing?

I looked right at her and said "Being the gay drama queen that you always accuse me of being."

She looked right at me and said "Well your acting like one."

I looked back at her and called her a bigot again, opened the door, and left.

I walked up to the train station by my house where I spent most of the walk on the phone with my dad where he was trying to calm me down and promising to play peacemaker between me and bitch (errr mom). I eneded up calling matt and he rescued me at the train station and I spent the night at his house where he did everything he could to get my mind off things. We went out to eat, we walked through the mall near his house where he bought me a game (Wrath of the Litch King Expansion pack for wow) and we went back to his house where we ended up watching a movie and going to bed.

Thank God I have matt cus I don't know what I would've done without him.

When I got up this morning we went to breakfast at my favorite diner where he treated me and I went to work. I also called my dad who wanted to make sure that I was ok and that I was gonna come home and I told him I would.

Now, that all said and done, I'm going to go back home and if I get shit from my mom tomorrow... i'm right back out the door and heading to my friends house or something because I'm gonna make it clear to mom... if she can't be nice about things or at least keep her bitch mouth shut, I won't stick around to be the brunt of her frustrations.

*sigh*

On a good note, Feburary 1st is me and matt's 5 month anniversary