There was one thing I could tackle now that we had the time. I could revisit a topic we'd been haggling over for the last week. This time I meant to get it sorted once and for all, and of course I mean to get my way.
My baby doesn't listen worth shit I believe I've mentioned this before. Funny, it had always looked like my dad ruled the roost, but if mom and Bianca were putting him and Rye through the same hoops as this one did me, then they weren't ruling shit. I'm gonna change that shit though, it was the only way I'm gonna survive this love mess.
"Now we can talk about thanksgiving, it's next week, you're coming home with me right?"
We've been having this...discussion, for a week now; she'd called her parents and they'd put pressure on her to come home. There was no way I was going to let that happen but I didn't want it to look like I was forcing her.