'I want to go home," I cried. It had been one week and I didn't think I could handle it anymore. I was tired of being judged and criticized and put on display and being dragged around as I spoke to no one, knew no one and felt alone.
"we can't leave" he answered "We've only been here a week and if you can deal with that you can deal with another week".
"that's the thing, I can't deal with this. I am done and want to leave. Can we at least stay at a hotel?'
"I can't do that to my mother it would hurt her feelings".
"What about my feelings, don't they matter. Shouldn't they matter more? "
"They do matter, but these are my parents and friends, I want to spend time with them."
""But I'm tired of being taken to people's homes that I do not know and just sit there and listen to you two reminisce."
"You could stay at the house, while I visit my friends."
"So you want me to stay at your house with your parents whom I am done with instead of sitting in your friends homes being ignored. Where do I win?"
He called his cousins and asked them to entertain me that night. He asked his mom to watch the baby. At least he was trying. I went out with two of his cousins who were around my age. We had fun. we went shopping, went to a bike fest where we met Shaq. Then we went to a club waiting to catch another glimpse of him. We ended the night with what apparently is the hot spot after hours… Walmart. Sure enough at 3 am in the morning, roaming around Walmart are a bunch of people in clubbing clothes not wanting to go home.
This all helped ease my mind and actually helped me enjoy the rest of week, though it wasn't an easy week. I counted down the hours till I was back in my house. The 2nd week ended and we were back on a plane to California. North Carolina was nice but I was more than happy to be back home.
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