Anyway, the story of last saturday went something like this:
When I move out of my house, I do NOT want to tell my friends that it was because I had to clean my room. Or because I was pissed off at my parents.
Fortunately, I have an incredible person in my life who supports me no matter what I choose to do and parent who talk me out of the craziest shit ever.
So it ended well.
And I'm getting married earlier.
I love all of y'all.