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    I make plans a day in advance. I inform my family that I've made plans. Throughout the entire day, my family asks me what my plans are for the night and I reply that I'm hanging out with someone around 7. Multiple times I'm asked this and I respond the same thing every time. 4pm rolls around and my mom makes the decision that we are going to go out to dinner with family that lives 20-25 minutes away. They just left at 4:50. If I had gone with them, we would have met at their house at 5:15, gotten to a restaurant at 5:30, waited for a table, eaten which takes forever with my two little cousins. Then we'd drive back to my aunt's house, hang, and come back here. Odds are it'd be at least 8pm when we'd get back. And there go my plans. Then my mom has the balls to be mad that I won't go. Considering how many times she asked me when my plans were, the fact that she thinks I'd be cool with just canceling them at her will is ridiculous. I haven't done that since I've gotten my license. I made plans, I'm sticking to them.

    We were eating Thanksgiving dinner at an aunt's house. Not a fancy event by any means. My family had the balls to ask me, "That's what you're going in?" before we left for dinner. Yes, I'm wearing a t-shirt and jeans with a hoodie. It's what I wear to non-formal occasions. And they do this every time. And my family is always the only ones who dress nice for these events. No one else breaks out the nice, going out outfits. But they only comment to me about it?

    And they wonder why I don't go crazy about being home.
    Violence has resolved more conflicts than anything else. The contrary opinion that violence doesn't solve anything is merely wishful thinking at its worst. - Starship Troopers

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    I feel for you hun.

    My stupid boyfriend is obsessed with going back home (90 miles away) and drinking with his friends (nope, can't go bowling or shopping or out to eat....he always bitches that there's more to do over there but all he ever ends up doing there is drinking and ooh because they have NIGHT CLUBS there!) and doesn't understand why I won't drop my weekends on a dime and go with him.

    I had to break plans with my mom the other day and reschedule for tomorrow afternoon. I will NOT break them again, I feel bad enough for the other day when I accidentally fell asleep an hour before we were supposed to meet. Plans are very important to me and I feel awful when I do things like that.

    Anyway, he's going there tonight and is furious that I won't go with him, despite the fact that I refuse to take my car that far in fear that it'll break down, we'd need to depend on his friends for rides (and not a one of them you can depend on for anything) and he can't understand why I won't ditch my mom and just go with him there anyway tonight and spend the night there and end up coming home way late in the afternoon tomorrow because his stupid friends won't wake up and take us home when they promise.

    Just because I'll want him back tomorrow to spend some time with him, I'll probably end up driving to a halfway point just to be able to see him and get him back....because his friends will probably end up being lazy and stupid and refusing to take him back until Sunday or they'll only offer to take him halfway home.

    I'm not breaking plans with my mom for tomorrow just so I can be 90 miles away from home getting plastered and not having a solid driver. There's NO WAY I'd get home in time tomorrow...and I really really don't want to drive my own car that far....I will if I absolutely have to, but I end up driving with my fingers crossed on my right hand the entire way.

    Some people don't understand the values of keeping plans. It's one thing to accidentally fall asleep because you work nights and have a hard time staying awake all day, but to want someone to break plans so you can do what THEY want you to do? Fuck it.

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