Honest Opinions

So I met my boyfriend after working at home depot. I cut all ties with men for a long while beforehand. Intro: I see this guy pulling into the lot and his coolant is leaking, he's driving a car he's so proud of but doesn't see the leak, I'm exhausted in my car and he pulls up right in front of me with his high beams ( I'm pissed) after I'm out from my main job and see the leak. I'm lazy, annoyed at the beams, I come out and show the greenish puddle under his car and to see where it's coming from. Met the man I chose to be with and will stay with. .

Fast forward. Meet his auntie and as a consequence the detectives. Introduction to auntie Shasta, cousin Zoie, and the "sister" we don't mention. Wether I liked it or not, I sat through facetimes with people that I never met, ever. I was questioned. Asked my age, my job, intentions. Via FaceTime.

So I made a plan. With his approval. To meet his mother. It was beautiful. An arduous trip, but alas we made it! I was excited, I recorded. Filmed the greeting.

I was denied to clean after myself. Very courteous. Love it. I am not used to this. I am latina and will always pick up after myself. I hate coming into a home and not helping.

Upon our departure I was notified that i insulted a relative which was brought up at our departure and did not allow me to personally apologize for whatever I did. (Still confused about that)

Fast forward. Turns out, the "auntie" that we stayed with took his car away. After she had "given" it to him.

So I watch him at work. Customer service, (ew) taking care of actual assholes. Honestly I thought my customers were assholes. But working home depot customer service takes a beating. So he does his job as i do mine.

I got tired. Basically. He got his dream car. Heh