Worst Weekend Ever!

As you can see, I am posting this blog pretty late because my computer decided to take a crap on me last night. But my brilliant uncle got it working again! Or maybe it is more like, damn, he got it working again.. haha. But anyways, the reason why I am calling this post the worst weekend ever, is because it honestly was. For those of you who read my post a couple ago, it was about my parents getting a divorce. And this weekend was the finalization of that. Even though I knew it was coming up, deep down I still had that hope that they were not going to go through with it. But they did. I stay at my moms on the weekends, so when she came home that night, she was just a mess! And on top of that, I was going through some problems in my relationship, and my boyfriend and I ended up breaking up. This Christmas break would have been two years for us.. so it sucks really bad. But hey, gotta take it one day at a time. We have still talked once day sense the break up, because we both really want to be friends. Especially because of the reason why we broke up. With everything going on in my family, I told him that I have just been extremely stressed with trying to make time for my family, considering it is scattered all over now, and I need some time to find myself again. My parents divorce has really made me think different about relationships, and I know that is not good..

But anyways, on top of that, I had to drive my moms car to meet Tyler in order to talk about all of this, and we met at one of the gas stations in town. Our plan was to get some coffee, and we would take off in his truck and go somewhere that we could talk. So I kept my moms car parked at the gas station. Little did I think that it was Friday night, so there was a football game going on and that place is always packed when the game is over. So when I got back somebody had completely destroyed my mom front bumper! And of course they took off. But the thing is, I hadn't even noticed it. It was when it was parked in the garage and my brother came home and said something. I was like, what are you talking about? But soon I realized exactly what he was talking about. My mom was soo mad at me. So long story short, I called the gas station to tell them that there was a hit and run with my moms car, and that they needed to check their cameras. The lady said that there they couldn't
look at the cameras themselves, and that they had to get special permission from their manager in order to make a request for the video to be sent in. But of course, the manager doesn't work on weekends. So we had to wait until Monday morning to hear from them.
Still no call.