mom: "oh, just a wedding."
me: "He's going with you? to the...wait you said A wedding."
mom: *makes some noises*
me: "you didn't say to THE wedding, you said to A wedding. He's going to a different one than you?"
me: "Whose? Why are you being so weird?"
mom: "...............it's [your ex-boyfriend]'s wedding."
me: "i see. you weren't going to mention that at all, were you, nobody was even going to tell me."
mom: "i didn't want to! you kept asking!"
I guess it's worth mentioning at this point that in the whole world, there's only been one guy willing to date me, and only then because we'd both been broken up with by the same girl in high school, and he wasn't exactly emotional stable, like that time he spent a whole semester locked in his college dorm room and refused to come out. So eventually I broke it off because it wasn't exactly a good time and I figured, you know, I'm only 20, I can do better than this. only now it's 9 years later and I have dated exactly zero other people and as it turns out he is getting married tomorrow.
so apparently I could not in fact do better, and the most upsetting thing about it, I think, is that I'm even in a state right now where it is upsetting. motherfucker I am so sick of how as soon as I start to feel just a little bit less depressed, something else ridiculous goes down. I suck, okay? I get it. I really need the universe to just back off already and quit re-proving it, just for a couple weeks at least.