So today, my fiance calls me and tells me that she had to book her time for her vacation. We had planned out everything and knew which days to get so that we could make reservations to get married next year. She goes on to tell me that the weeks we needed were booked and that they were gone. The worst part being that there are no 2 consecutive weeks available until november next year. (We were planning on an April wedding.)
This would be the cap on what's been pretty much a 10 day handbasket to hell ride that's seen:
My computer at home crashed
Work pushing me to the brink of shatter
My parents needing me to help them move on saturday
My fiancee's parents needing me to move them on sunday
The only day me and my fiancee have together on monday being taken up by needing to attend to other people again.
And me and her have a moveout date of our apartment of December 31st and we haven't even SEEN places yet, let alone apply for one.
Huge parts of me just want to shut everything out and wash my hands of everything. I feel like I've done nothing at all for myself in ages. I feel like my entire purpose is to accomodate other people.
This is a rant, not sure if it's in the right spot...
