I just got back from being home for 4 days. It was interesting to say the least. I had a good time, but Saturday was kind of hell. It was so reminiscent of my childhood. And not in a good way. My dad basically gave me a lecture about posting my political opinions on the internet. (Back story, I had gotten into a heated debate on Facebook over the Ferguson/Mike Brown Case) My dad doesn't agree with my views and so we kind of went at it. He thinks that if I don't agree with people when they say stupid, wrong, inaccurate shit, I'm supposed to stay quiet. If everyone did that, we'd never be changing. Fuck no.
My middle brother, it turns out, relishes in his hurtful words he says to me. And because I haven't been used to being talked to in such a terrible manner in 4 years, I didn't have a good comeback. But I'm supposed to just let it go and get over it and pretend it never happened.
And then at our thanksgiving dinner, I had a big plate of food and then still wanted dessert-it's the holidays! I always thought you were able to indulge more so than usual- and my uncle made a comment about how I'd have to starve myself for a week to lose the weight from all that.
What the hell? I don't need this kind of crap. I'm finally getting to a good point in my life, and then everyone has to go and dog on me.

It wasn't too bad after that, though, thank god.I went shopping with my mom, got my christmas shopping done, and got automatic start installed into my car as a present for my birthday from my parents. It's great!

Then I get back and go hang out with Joe and he basically just apologizes for being an ass all the time and tells me he is again not in a good place and that he almost killed himself this weekend. He texted me before he did anything, but I hadn't known he was suicidal at the time. He told me he doesn't know what to do when I'm not there. I should have asked why, then, he doesn't want to see and be with me more than just once every 10 days. Doesn't make sense.
He also called me 'baby' a few times for the first time in the 2+ years we've been together. We've never used nicknames. I hate that nickname, but I oddly didn't mind it so much coming from him.
I missed actually sleeping together. I usually go back home to my place after we hang out. So this was a nice change of pace.