Well John left me again last night. Because I burned his pizza. But I knew he was going to be leaving as soon as he found out that American Idol was 2 hours long. I was cooking his pizza, and my friend called. I forgot about it, and burnt his pizza to a crisp, and we had no other food in the house. He knew I was cooking it, for him, why couldn't he check it?
Believe me, I felt horrible especially because there was nothing else to eat, but he took off for the entire night again.
It's funny how shit gets around his gossipy family. His brother has been giving me rides to work since our car is broken down, and this morning I asked his brother if John, in past relationships, has ever gotten his act together.
He said that sometimes he has, and sometimes he hasn't.
So then I'm at work, and his sister calls me, says that Gary (John's brother) told his mom, whom he lives with, that John and I are having problems, and John's mom called his sister and she called me at work.
She wanted to know whats going on, and I pretty much told her everything. She told me that they would not feel bad if I left him and that they would not blame me. She said that they really care about me a lot but they know that John is a lot to handle and they wouldn't think any less of me if I left him.
It kind of made me feel a little better, but then a little worse, that this is just how he is and has been in past relationships and he can't take responsibility for himself, he wants to blame everybody else.
So she said that when he gets off work today she is going to have a chat with him. Yet somehow I feel that this is only going to cause a HUGE fight between John and I when he gets home...
I'm having a shitty day. I have a borrower driving in from 2 hours away which I originally quoted that she would be saving $1000 a month if she refinances. Well I royally fucked it up and forgot to put in her second mortgage when I ran her file, and now I found out she will only be saving $321.25 per month.
she's already on her way and sounds very disappointed. I can't blame her. Just goes to show how much my chaotic personal life is affecting my job performance.
I fucked up bad and this could cost me $1676. Current Mood: guiltyCurrent Music: Tool