Made in Ecuador

Brace yourselves.

I’m happy and angry at the same time. Happy because after talking with my bffs I realize that 1) I know the two coolest ladies and 2) I had a great day. First I got time to spend with the sweet man friend JCS and then I went to chill with my chickdadee & I bought some super cute underwear! I feel warm and fuzzy.

THEN I feel like I want to shoot someone in the face. I don’t want to go into, just want to say that I need to move out of my current residence. For a while now I’ve been feeling pretty comfortable with my roomate but now through a third person I find out my roomate called me a slut. Yep HE called me a slut and when this third person told me this I wanted to scream. I don’t care if I sometimes don’t walk the dogs or if I leave a dirty dish laying about. (Most of the time I help clean around the house AND I let my room be a war zone). Enough said. This isn’t a competition about who does more. This is about someone calling me a derogatory name. I am mad and hurt and I want to run away. Yes people I want to run away as far as a I can.

It’s funny, a friend of mine called an “intimidating and strong woman” the other day and that makes me realize that when a woman has that kind of image, some people may assume that calling her names or treating her with contempt is alright because she is a strong woman and can take it. Either we’re weak or strong, we can’t be entitled to be hurt and cry. Yes a strong woman can still cry.

So what can I do? Put on my superwoman gloves and kick this person in the balls? Maybe…

But I know that won’t solve anything. My good friend told me “you should say something to him for yourself, because you deserve respect” and that’s true. It’s hard because this roommate is a family member but that’s even more reason to talk with him and if it comes to it have a blow out.

First though I need to take a bath and maybe listen to some mana.