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Therapist reminded me I need to be using this. It's been like 9 months. Whoops...
So I think I mentioned before, T works as a high-level person at a company now owned by Disney. So he gets free tickets to any Disney location any time he wants, plus massive discounts on the hotel, plus any food and merch we want. Which means whenever he gets sick of being at his home, he just drops enough for plane tickets and goes to work from a hotel at Disney for a week or so.
For the first few years of our relationship, I will admit I got really jealous because I wanted to go. It's free to him, I don't get to see him very often (we live a few states apart) and I wanted to go, damn it. Well, I did a good job not whining or begging, because Trauma. But finally this year, we made a point to do more visits together. We went to this really cool village on the East Coast (so much fun), then a month later, to Disney. It was really cool, but the amazing part was just how the entire time, he wasn't interested in the cool stuff going on, he wanted instead to see me happy. I'd be watching the Epcot ball light show and glance over and he's just looking at me with heart eyes. It was... it felt rare. and special.
A few months later, he did one of his "up and work at Disney instead" things and I laughed and said too bad I couldn't be there. He said "...well, you could." And he was right lol. So I flew down and hung out with him for a few days. It was great.
This year, we made another plan to go on vacation together over his birthday. Every year, he goes for a week for his birthday.
I should.... explain a little. His mother passed away a long time ago, but before that, most family vacations were to Disney. So it's sort of his Safe Place. So if it feels like there's a lot of one location, that's kinda why. I like the place, but 3x in a year is probably my limit, tbh. That's not even considering the cost. I'm dipping into the money I got from selling my house after I broke up with Grackle.
But this time, we went a bit Extra. We got a freaking suite, the thing was a loft with a sitting area, a kitchenette, 2 bathrooms with a shower and a garden tub AND a garden with a nice sitting area. We saw all kinds of little anoles, and it rained almost the whole time we were there.
We got to do a lot of cool stuff, but halfway through the trip, I got a message from the Ring doorbell. I glanced to see if it was another package being dropped off and it was an EMT. So I swapped to the interior hidden camera (T immediately grabbed it to make sure it wasn't something traumatizing) and found that my father had fallen. I could tell he was drunk, but he lied to the EMTs and said that he had been on the floor for a while and must have fallen out of bed. Complete bullshit.
Ugh this is where I get exhausted talking about it. As much fun as I had, now there's a huge dark shadow over it. My father is just... nonsense. He's not a good person, he's stubborn and he makes everything so much harder than it needs to be.
I'm going to have to continue this story later, I'm so worn out.
So I think I mentioned before, T works as a high-level person at a company now owned by Disney. So he gets free tickets to any Disney location any time he wants, plus massive discounts on the hotel, plus any food and merch we want. Which means whenever he gets sick of being at his home, he just drops enough for plane tickets and goes to work from a hotel at Disney for a week or so.
For the first few years of our relationship, I will admit I got really jealous because I wanted to go. It's free to him, I don't get to see him very often (we live a few states apart) and I wanted to go, damn it. Well, I did a good job not whining or begging, because Trauma. But finally this year, we made a point to do more visits together. We went to this really cool village on the East Coast (so much fun), then a month later, to Disney. It was really cool, but the amazing part was just how the entire time, he wasn't interested in the cool stuff going on, he wanted instead to see me happy. I'd be watching the Epcot ball light show and glance over and he's just looking at me with heart eyes. It was... it felt rare. and special.
A few months later, he did one of his "up and work at Disney instead" things and I laughed and said too bad I couldn't be there. He said "...well, you could." And he was right lol. So I flew down and hung out with him for a few days. It was great.
This year, we made another plan to go on vacation together over his birthday. Every year, he goes for a week for his birthday.
I should.... explain a little. His mother passed away a long time ago, but before that, most family vacations were to Disney. So it's sort of his Safe Place. So if it feels like there's a lot of one location, that's kinda why. I like the place, but 3x in a year is probably my limit, tbh. That's not even considering the cost. I'm dipping into the money I got from selling my house after I broke up with Grackle.
But this time, we went a bit Extra. We got a freaking suite, the thing was a loft with a sitting area, a kitchenette, 2 bathrooms with a shower and a garden tub AND a garden with a nice sitting area. We saw all kinds of little anoles, and it rained almost the whole time we were there.
We got to do a lot of cool stuff, but halfway through the trip, I got a message from the Ring doorbell. I glanced to see if it was another package being dropped off and it was an EMT. So I swapped to the interior hidden camera (T immediately grabbed it to make sure it wasn't something traumatizing) and found that my father had fallen. I could tell he was drunk, but he lied to the EMTs and said that he had been on the floor for a while and must have fallen out of bed. Complete bullshit.
Ugh this is where I get exhausted talking about it. As much fun as I had, now there's a huge dark shadow over it. My father is just... nonsense. He's not a good person, he's stubborn and he makes everything so much harder than it needs to be.
I'm going to have to continue this story later, I'm so worn out.
