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Whoever wanted 2011... I want it taken back.

I was academically dismissed from school, just after my grandmother had been in the hospital for heart/blood clot problems and breaking her foot on Christmas. Of course, I took the moment to reconsider my options and decided to take a crash course in the real world.

Now, I do have a job. Not the best one, but it pays well. I'm actually am now able to move out of the house. Grandma is doing much better now.

The next month, February, was the worst. My lovely doberman died suddenly right next to me when having just another casual night at home. His death left me in a depression that worried people to a point they thought I was going to need help, because I loved my dog very much. Adjusting to a quiet house was rough, and we were finally able to bury him early spring.

The one kicker that upsetted me even more was my dad's actions. Within two days of my dog's death, he was looking at adoption sites. Sure, there was talk of getting another dog, but they wanted to wait for Kane (my doberman) to pass before getting one. I yelled at my dad "Not until after my birthday, does a dog enter this house." (My birthday is in September.)

Three weeks later... there's a puppy in my arms and being told "This is your dog now!"

Sure, the puppy kinda helped. But my dog wasn't gone a month and I felt like he was replaced. I declared to my parents that I was moving out, not because Kane was gone, but because I had a job and being at home drives me crazy.

I move out end of May.

Next is the man department. The following month, I had a guy who I have had feelings for attempt to become friends with me again, after he ignored my feelings to date younger blonds... Twice. I stupidly accepted... and we only made out and slept in the same bed (no sex). He did learn of all that I have written so far.

... He was back to his young blond ex-girlfriend less than 24 hours later, and treating me like crap. Sure, the night before, I had a mental break-down thanks to the help of alcohol and looking at a picture of Kane on my phone the night before, but I was curled up on my friend's bed across the hall crying and calling myself a dirty whore for going back to him.

I told him to leave me alone, and never to talk or even touch me again. Because I will be moving in next month with friends that we both know, I've placed the rule that he is to never enter my room or be in the apartment alone with me.

My friend, who I went to after this, and his friend that I will be moving in with, took me out that night to a rave dance going on campus. I ended up meeting a nice gentleman who was security at the dance.

And less than 24 hours after being treated like crap by one guy, I had a gentleman taking me out on a date. We're still seeing each other and there's a possibility for a relationship in the near future. He's a Marine in the reserves who respects me and is hard-working. My two friends that helped me out: They're jumping for joy.

Still. I worry for the worst, especially with the idiot guy and his actions. I just wanted to let this out.

Soon, I'll be out of the house, into an apartment with two friends (one helped me with the guy issue and is responsible for me meeting the nice Marine), and working. I'm just hoping things get better.

Quite true. Things are starting to look up now that I'm moving out and I'm seeing this Marine who respects me and is quite the gentleman (He runs ahead of me and gets the car door open for me... and he's younger than me!)

As for my idiot... He just doesn't appreciate a half-Canadian brunette. razz

Wait, how old is this guy? And how old are you?

And why were you calling yourself a dirty whore? You didn't do anything with him besides a kiss. Its not exactly walking the street corner.

So you're the one corrupting him.

Ha, When you said he was working security at a dance, I imagined a highschool girl and like a way older dude

You have to understand that parents are confused little people. They are entirely inconsistent and their behavior to their children varies big time. That being said, you have to appreciate the fact that your dad was just taking the assumption that getting a new dog will help you calm down over Kane passing away, as well as to cheer you up. He's still working in your best interest, but just because you didn't like his actions doesn't mean you should criticize him for it. After all, it's the thought that counts.

Now, I completely agree with you. Dating that guy is very stupid. You and I both know that he is nothing but trouble for you and that you shouldn't even think about touching him with a ten foot pole. However, this second person sounds great for you. Being a Marine and a security guard is also a plus. He could probably take the other guy in a fight with one hand behind his back. God, sorry for all the clichés.

Yeah, things sound like they're getting better. It always gets better in the end. If it isn't better, it must not be the end.