You know how everyone is always looking forward to the weekend? That’s me every weekend, but especially this one in particular; not because of what were were going to do, but because of what I wasn’t going to be doing.
Ben and I woke up and headed to yoga… and by head I mean we of course missed yoga at the studio, again, and did it in our dining room to a video. It was probably a good thing as one of us was enjoying his time messing around all during class while the other was doing one hand yoga. We have three yoga classes planned for us when we get back to America so we are hoping we are somewhat impressive, or at the very least not embarrassing.
Following breakfast we met up with Jess and her hubby for our final Whole30 lunch at the Paleo Cafe, and take our post-whole30 photos. They finish up their final Whole30 day today while we are extending ours to Friday… for some reason we don’t want to finish on a Tuesday. We’re weird.
Someone please remind me next time I take photos of myself not to do so after a sweaty yoga session.
Three out of the four of us ordered the Pork Belly Special, and it was one of the best gosh darn pork bellies we’ve ever had! The crackling was delicious, and beetroot relish and cashew cheese was amazing! I’ve tried making my own cashew cheese before and it was disgusting; but I am now a believer in the cashew cheese thing.
After lunch Ben and I came home and cleaned up the house a bit, put a load of laundry on, and watched tap dancing videos on youtube. Don’t ask me why. Ok, you can ask. He found some tap dancing viral video on facebook and was super impressed, so I spent the next hour showing him the styles of Gregory Hines and Savion Glover….. before we headed out to do a little grocery shopping for the weekend.
When we got home I tried my hardest to kick Ben out of the house and to a party, and finally he left. Ahhhhh freedom. No Ben, no housemates. All the boys were at the same party… and I was invited. But you know what? When you don’t know the people having the party very well, and you were only invited because you’re the girlfriend of the old roommate, well, in my opinion, it’s not totally necessary to attend; and I was dying for a night with just me and my girls. My Real Housewives of Melbourne Girls.
I cooked myself up a beautiful curry dinner, poured a glass of sparkling water and juice (if I could drink wine right now – damn diet – I probably would have consumed the entire bottle by myself), and curled up on the couch for a five episode marathon of RHOM.
On Sunday morning we woke up to cold, overcast, and rainy weather, Hello Australian Winter, you snuck up fast, we were just at the beach last weekend.
We stayed cozy on the couch until it was time to put a rib roast on for dinner, only to determine that the meat had gone bad and there was no way we would be able to use it… so grocery shopping again.
We literally went to 3 different butchers looking for spare ribs, among other things, and found two packages of them after 2 hours of searching. Finally, we were able to go home and put the slow roast on.
As much as I wanted to spend the rest of the day on the couch watching movies in the rain, Ben and I really needed to prep snacks for the week so we cooked up pork scratching (which is just like pork crackling, but without the pork, just crackle – I had no idea there was a name for it) and sweet potato chips. I am headed to Sydney this afternoon for a blogging event so I wanted to make sure I didn’t go hungry since I’ll be gone from 2pm to midnight.
This is where my night took a turn for the worse…
Amid all the cooking I overheard my housemate say my name in the backyard to his group of friends that were over. Instantly my ears perked up. Then I heard him go on and on for about ten minutes (or what felt like 10 and could have been 5) about how much he doesn’t like me, hates living in the house with me, and all around thinks I am a b!tch.
Word to the wise people, if you are ever planning on talking about someone behind their back, the best place to do it is not 20ft from where they are standing, and definitely not by saying their name out loud or telling stories loud enough for that person to hear you.
I was honestly blown away by everything I was hearing. I literally had no idea he felt this way about me.
I’ve lived in this house for a year now and never felt welcome. I only come out of my room to watch TV or a movie with Ben at night or to cook, and then I go straight back into my bedroom/office. The only conversations that happen are between the boys and Ben, or small talk as I get a glass of water. I keep the doors closed where I am so I don’t disturb anyone, and I rarely speak to anyone but Ben. I keep to myself and try to make it seem like I am not even there – because I think they would, and found out they would, prefer to not have me there at all. To this day Ben gets introduced to people as a “Housemate,” I get introduced as “Ben’s Girlfriend”. To hear all of this being said about me was shocking. So I did what anyone else would do in this situation….
I called him out on it.
I wasn’t going to sit idly knowing that someone I live with is walking around telling everyone how much he can’t stand me or the problems he has with me when they have never been addressed to me personally. I had Ben go outside and ask him to come inside for a sec. And when he came in I called him out on everything he had just said about me.
I am full of passion, and I argue like an attorney (blame my father). Last weekend he came home and yelled at Ben (I say yell, it was more like a stern talking to with attitude) about something Ben didn’t do (that he wasn’t supposed to have done in the first place). Ben, being passive and not wanted to stir a pot just nodded. I couldn’t let that happen. So I jumped up to Ben’s defense because the thing Ben “didn’t do” wasn’t even his job to do. But of course that passion isn’t something that these boys are used to. I’m sure they’re under the impression that a woman should just sit behind, not talk back, and not come to the rescue if their husband, boyfriend, etc. is being attacked… but that’s not me, and it’s not the first time I have done it. It’s one of the things that Ben loves about me. That I don’t take crap for anyone, and I will defend the people I love tooth and nail if I feel that someone is ganging up on them. Sometimes paassion, came come across as being bitchy, but can’t any person defending someone else come across as bitchy??
After a thirty minute chat with my housemate we came to the resolution that we are actually going to try hanging out together and developing a friendship. We’ve been frieldnly, but never friends. And that I am going to be treated as a person (that lives there) and not just Ben’s girlfriend – something I’ve been hoping will happen for the past year. Finally, no more feeling like a guest in my own house. I even ot a ride to the train station this afternoon so I didnt have to walk to the station – it’s a start, and I am thankful for that.
Ben and I finished up all our cooking, and tried to ignore the raging party in our backyard by watching Two Night Stand. Really funny rom-com staring Miles Teller from Whiplash. Both Ben and I enjoyed it more than last week’s movie night and I’d say if you’ve got a man willing to watch a rom-com with you then this is a good one to pick because we both thought it was funny and the ending had a few twists that made it less predictable than most other movies of this genre.
We were both able to get to bed around 1am when the party died down a bit, or maybe we were just that tired that we fell asleep during the rager.
Today I am heading down to Sydney for another blogging event, yay!, and have a very busy week ahead prepping for our trip to America… which I promise to stop talking about at some point – probably when we finally get there.
What did you get up to this weekend?
Have you ever heard someone saying mean things about you behind your back? How did you handle the situation?