eiblyn | Packing Dance

Now we do the packing dance...I got my luggage down from the attic with few to no problems. I have now done the "Pile of Things to Go" in my floor. I also made a packing list. I tend to do better when I have a packing list. My grandmother cannot unpack my suitcase. That's it! It's official. There are too many things in there I'd rather not explain if I don't have to. I think my grandmother has had enough shocks from my direction in the last few years.

*sighs* I'm just steeling myself for all of the questions about J. I don't think my family realizes that they send conflicting messages. "Don't get married until you're out of college...You've been dating over a year? Is he afraid of commitment?" Maybe I'll just tell them that I'm the one setting the brakes so they'll mind their own damn business. I love them, but I can't handle the pressure from them. My relationship is no less valid than all the shitty ones my cousins have, with men who suck and treat them like crap btw, just because I am smart enough not to get married until I'm ready.

Beyond that, I'm debating whether or not to tell anyone about the Liam. I'll, of course, tell my parents and brothers. But I'm not so sure Tita is ready to have me explain poly to her. When I told her I was dating a girl she told me she was going to pretend I had never told her that because she didn't want to know. And I'm not sure I can handle her saying something similar right now. I'm sure she will shame me, or try at least, and I don't want that hassle. So, no...I'm not going to tell anyone outside of my immediate family.