And then

I was amazed that another load of dishes was finally done by not me and it only took 15 days.

However then this happened:
me: good luck with the dentist

DeVry: Considering they will probably dope me up and yank my tooth out, I thought my "loving" boyfriend might offer to drive me...then again.

me: I thought you were going straight out of work

DeVry: My appoint it is at 33rd and Gillham
appointment is*
It's a short drive so I'll probably be fine

me: well, swing on by and I can take you.

DeVry: Forget it I'll just deal.

me: it's on the way

DeVry: Yup and I'm horrified but I should probably get used to the idea of doing this stuff without someone to hold m hand

me: then come by and I'll drive you to the inflatable tooth
I don't think I can go in with you anyway
but I'll wait in the lobby

DeVry: I don't think you understand, I know that you can't come in with me. However, a little sympathy and support can go a long way and it's not as effective if I have to ask for it. I'll just see you afterwards.


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So, I grabbed the bulk of my things and put them in my car, because I don't do drama. Now, I'm over at the apt that I had given to me mum to stay in, but she's out of town right now.

I sent a message that said, "I'm going to be at my mom's for a couple of days. You made it clear we need a break today. So, I'll be over there for a few days. I hope everything went okay with the tooth."

I have that Zero Tolerance policy when it comes to drama. Especially, when I have minimal ideas as to what is actually going on in the life of the person I live with to the point that I can't make plans for us as I don't know what her plans are. Or, I'll know the day of something what the specifics are; which doesn't help me decide what I'm doing in my day.

So, I went from yay dishes are done, now I can actually cook for dinner with the dishes I need without having to wash them all first, to drama Tuesday f* that.