Mom and Dad don't need to know....

Let me preface this by saying I have no problem with my past.

Got that out of the way.

My brother had just started seeing a girl before we all went to Aruba. It was very surface, but they really liked each other. He had just gotten out of a 5 year relationship and wasn't ready for a commitment. This girl understood and knew he would probably be having fun while in Aruba with his friends.

He had fun. A lot of fun. He even let my parents know how much fun he was having.

On top of all of that, when we landed back in Boston around midnight he had the girl he was dating pick him and his buddies up at the airport.

Obviously this girl likes him a lot, and he likes her, but they weren't together very long before the trip. So whatever happens there stays there.

Well except it bothered my mom.

Monday my wife and I were over my folks house. We were all talking and it came up about how my brother acted in Aruba. My parents paid for the whole trip. This was their gift to us.
She was less than pleased that my brother spent all of his time with his friends and was having one nighters. Originally before he broke up with his girlfriend it was to be a family vacation where we would have dinners together and whatnot.

Once he became single my brother went from 25 year old man to a frat guy on spring break.

I didn't care. I mean he had been unhappy with his chick for a long time and needed to blow off steam.

The one nighter really bothered my mom though. So while we are all sitting around and my mom is saying:

"I didn't think I raised boys who would have one night stands." My lovely wife decides to say"

"Jay has had one night stands before too!"

I'm 30 and have been married for almost 5 years. I have a son who is almost 2 years old. I'm pretty sure my parents know I've had sex before.

They sure as shit don't need to know I've had a few one nighters. They DEFINITELY don't need to hear it from my wife!!

I just stared at her with a "What the fuck is wrong with you?" face. As we were driving home I'm like why would you ever tell my parents that?

She said she wasn't even thinking. She was just talking and didn't realize.

Fucking broads.

Got the block....

There is so little going on right now. I have nothing to write about. School is done for now. My mom takes the boy from Tuesday until Wednesday. I have a lot more free time, but I'm kinda at a loss as to what to write about.

The boy has been funny lately. We're trying to teach him to use a potty. We told him to tell us when he has to go.

That translates to telling us after he goes.

Fun stuff.

I'm not sure I'm ready for this potty thing. Diapers are one thing, but cleaning out shit and piss from plastic is kind of gross.

As far as i'm concerned he can take as much time as he wants in the diaper.

Man I sound so lame. Maybe my next post will be about my guys night out. That was fun.

Disgusting dream....

I dreamt that my wife and I had bought a new house. Once we moved in we found a lot of problems....like the bathroom floor opened up to the ground. Weird.

On top of it, in my dream I come home early and find my mother in law has started an orgy at my house.

I have a weird relationship with my mother in law. I don't love her...she's not family, I don't consider in laws as family, but I respect her as my wifes mother. I also don't find her remotely attractive.

Imagine my disgust when I get home and see my almost 50 year old mother in law in a nighty trying to fuck any dude around. There were a lot of other women and men there. It really fucking disturbed me. I know where this came from.

My in laws have recently divorced. They have been separated for over a year. In that time my father in law has been with one woman faithfully. He hasn't been dating. He has a job. He is responsible and cares for his family.

My mother in law on the other hand is meeting men online, as wrong numbers, anyway possible. She meets these weird men and has them come into her life, into my sons life when she watches him, and her young 11 year old sons life. She "owns" her own business, which is dubious since it's an art gallery in a suburban town. I don't think it is much of a business and I don't think it supports her.

So from this dream I can assume that I am subconciously worried that when my in laws finally sell their house, and my father in law is no longer bound to her, then I am worried that she may want to live with us.

I don't know how I could handle that.

Jail

(Circa 1997)

This was the worst year of my life. It was. Nothing made it good.

I was officially out of school.

I had no money and had stopped paying my car insurance.

I worked 2 jobs and never had a day off. I would wake up at 3 am to load trucks for UPS and then go to work at Uhaul.

I was such a winner.

In September of 1996 I got pulled over for doing 35 in a 25 MPH zone.

I meant to fight the ticket but I just forgot about it.

I'm not sure if I posted this before, but who cares it bears repeating. I would work until about 8:30 AM at UPS.

The fucking thing is I thought about it. I fucking thought about it. That still pisses me off to this day.

I had thought to take a different route to my apartment from work that morning. I did it because the cops in town were always pulling guys over for no reason.

I missed my turn because I was daydreaming about the 6 hours I had between UPS and Uhaul to have breakfast and sleep.

I got pulled over.

That ticket from 1996 came back to haunt me. I had been driving with a suspended license. I got arrested.

I had zero money. All I had was an ATM card and a checkbook. The cop only gave me enough time to grab my checkbook.

I was brought and booked at the towny police station. They had me handcuffed to a wall while they got a holding cell for me. Once the cell was ready I just went to sleep.

I was so tired. They took me to the Brockton courthouse. Brockton is a shithole. Murders and gangs. I don't belong there. I was just some kid who didn't pay a fucking speeding ticket. Life couldn't be this unfair. I have to sit down while this huge cop makes me take out my earring and my shoelaces. I am handcuffed and my legs are cuffed together too.

I get brought to another cell. I'm just in shock. How did I end up here? I'm not a bad person. There is only 1 other white guy there with me and he looks 12. I'm fucked. It's Febuary and I am wearing shorts. I have no money and no car. My case gets called up and I have to try to manage up the stairs with cuffed legs.

I get brough to the courthouse but where I have to sit there is messed up. There is a sheet of glass between myself and the court. I couldn't call my folks. I didn't want to deal with their bullshit. I know I fucked up. I couldn't deal with it.

I plead my case to the judge and he lets me go as long as I pay off what I owe. There goes the little cash I had managed to save up. Of course I have only a checkbook.

No ATM card which means no cash. This means I have to walk in the aformentioned shorts to the DMV to get my license reinstated.

It's cold. It is Febuary. I make it to the DMV and bump into one of my best friends. I don't know how. I just do. He drives me to get my car.

I've been up since 3 am. It's about 5 pm. I get home and explain to my roommate what happened. There are like 5 messages from Uhaul asking where the fuck I am. I am just fucked. I call work and explain what happened. They ask if I can still come in.

I need the money. What else can I do? I go in. That was the beginning of the worst year of my life. I would eventually break up with my future wife. I would have to move back home.

I come out of it ok in the end. I just like to look back every now and then and see how far I've come.