It’s Done

They gave up. Yesterday. Did I call it or what? I’m feeling very bad for both at them, even though they are both to blame. It’s very complicated, and they do not understand each other at all right now. Vince is crying, Sheena’s pretending not to care, but she looks like dying. They did it to themselves. They could have worked, but they expected love to do the work for them. But it’s bad. I feel so bad for both of them, because I love them both, and I understand both views, but I can’t change it. I can’t make them do what they need to do to make it work. I can clearly see what is wrong at both sides and I wish I could slap them both.

Vince wants to move back to Cali for a yearish to see all of Noah’s firsts. But Sheena wasn’t going to wait, and felt like he was jsut leading her on all this time. Which would have been pointless, because he gained nothing from it. He needs to stop being so jealous and controling, and she needs to admit fault, and learn to compromise.

They both need to grow up just a little.

Black friday was insane. We ended up not shopping and sleeping in instead. That was a good choice. I got stuck in the intersection turning into work, because the light was green when I turned, but sure as shit, no one knows how to drive, and the line had backed up and I couldn’t enter. Then the light changed, and the asshole behind wouldn’t back up, and I was cutting off, one lane, and the other two wouldn’t just stop long enough for me to turn. Then when the light finally changed again, I finished going, but it was blocked again! So I sat there for 10 minutes, along with the others behind me, cutting off traffic. Work wasn’t any better, slam packed, and lousy tips. I don’t care if you spent all your money shopping, if you can afford to eat afterwards, TIP YOUR SERVER! We are working our asses off for you, I promise. Everything that could go wrong, did, it was a slice of heaven in there.