Where's Mrs.Darling When You Need Her?

In Peter Pan, Mrs. Darling (Wendy's mother) sorts through her childrens' thoughts while they're falling asleep. She picks through their brains like they're messy drawers or cluttered closets, folding things and putting them neatly into place and throwing out all the scary stuff. Why the hell can't that be real?

I'm one of those people that can't ever really think about just one thing. I've got so much going through my head all the time. It's like I've got eighty six different voices in my head, all talking at once. It would be nice if I could have Mrs. Darling come tidy things up for me every now and then.

But, sadly, Mrs. Darling isn't around right now, and so I have only one other way to sort through my thoughts.
You guessed it.
Writing.

I guess it kind of forces me to pull just one thought to the front of my mind, since writing requires stating complete thoughts.

So my chosen thought for today's blog is : I feel totally let down right now.

I'll start from the beginning.

My boyfriend of (almost) 15 months moved back home today after completing his freshman year of college. I've been counting down the seconds till he got back for about a week.

Last night he told me he'd be able to come see me tonight at about nine or ten, after I was done working.

Well guess what?
He didn't come.
Why?

Initially it was because his family wanted to watch a movie with him.
Yes, they should have been able to do that by ten.
Well guess what?

They didn't even watch that frickin movie.

And he still didn't come.
Why?

"I hate asking them if i can come see you when it's that late."

Well you know what?

$*@#%&^!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Don't get the wrong impression. My boyfriend isn't a jerk.
He's actually one of the sweetest people in the world. Which is kind of the problem.

He's so sweet that he can't stand the thought of upsetting his parents. Ever.
He'll be nineteen in a matter of months, and yet he's afraid to ask them if he can leave the house at nine o'clock.

Him not seeing me tonight wouldn't have been such a big deal if he hadn't told me he would be here.

I worked hard all day, first on my shift at the beef house (Arby's) and then babysitting.
The only thing that made it bearable was knowing that I'd get to be with him soon.

Naturally, Murphy's Law didn't allow that little scenario to pass.

And now I'm sitting at home, by myself. Disappointed, sad, and lonely.

What makes it worse is that my boyfriend is verbally abusing himself now, making me feel like an ass for being upset.

Geeze. Writing helps and everything, but this is just too much.

Where the hell is Mrs. Darling when you need her?