Spent most of therapy today trying to figure out what I want to do with my family. I don’t want to cut them off, I’m pretty sure, but I am feeling hurt and do feel like being a petty bitch and letting them know that. I don’t really want to go to OC with them, but maybe instead of going the whole time and riding along with me parents I’ll just go two days or something and just drive myself so I can leave whenever I want. I guess they also want to drive up to see the new MI movie since we watched the last one together. That’ll hopefully just be an easy outing to do.
My “homework” this week is coming up with a list of positive things I’d bring to a relationship. I can’t think of a fucking thing. I feel like anyone who actually has their shit together would only see me as a detriment to that or an unwelcome uncertainty. I have a decently well paying job that I hate but it kind of sounds like guys don’t really give a shit about that aside from just making sure I’m not sitting at home all day doing jack shit while they work. I try to cook, but I’m not great at it, so nothing special there to add. If they’re just looking for some physical companionship, I’m at the bottom of the barrel there. Wonder if that’s why I seem to end up with needy people that I have to be a mom for. The type of guy I’d rather be with doesn’t need anything from me and I can’t think of anything I have to offer that they’d want. My sense of humor? Hardly seems enough to make anything work. Even trying to say it’s a positive is difficult for me; it sounds so egotistical if I ever say I have some good quality. I feel wrong just thinking about it.