Last night, Beth called Jordan. I don’t know what she said exactly, but I’m pretty certain she did everything short of kneeling before him and kissing his feet. And when she told me, in tears, what she’d done, I’d had it. I told her, in as many words, that she was an idiot and a whiner and she was better off without him.
I haven’t talked to her since. I’m afraid to call. I think I should. Not that what I said wasn’t true, but I really didn’t say it well. My mom’s side of the family’s famous for bluntness — and for driving people away. Yay genes.
And meanwhile, my mom keeps hounding me about getting a job. I told her I’ll take care of it. Why won’t she just trust me and leave me alone?
Oh, and what’s golden is she thinks I’m escaping into this drama with Beth. So on one hand, I’m feel sucky because I can’t even treat Beth right and on the other I’m accused of getting a kick out of Beth’s suffering, like I’m some Smallville freak who feeds off the hurt of others.
In other news, the outside world’s imploding.
I’m just pleasant today, aren’t I?