I am in a relationship, and its complicated.

I am in a relationship, and it's complicated.

I am in a relationship with the Olive Garden on West Broad Street, and it is highly dysfunctional and sadly co-dependent.

If OG were a person, I would have gotten ride of them by now.

It drains me. OG is not my passion, but it takes up so much of my time.

I stay for the money. I'm like a whore getting fucked by a corporation.

I see people work 10 hours or more and not be given a break. Not a chance to sit down or to eat.

I have guests who take pride in making me feel below them.

I stay because it's safe.

Sometimes management can be so, so, SO nice. And for a moment, yes, we feel "like family." And it doesn't seem so bad. And I have fun with the guests...

but then days like today come, and I realize that the nice is like the kind of nice that comes after a husband beats up his wife and says oooh baby I'm so sorry, I never meant to, I love you. I just love you. And it entices you to stay. And you stay and your happiness and life dry up. Your passion leaves you. Your excitement leaves you, and you live for safety and the only thing giving you life is the drama of it all. Nothing else exists for you in life because, along with being dysfunctional and abusive, it is also very controlling. OG must be number one!

OG is stealing my dreams and robbing me of my youth!

and. I. STAY.

I keep telling myself - oh by June you'll have a vacation check and a degree, and then you can peace out. A little more than three months.

UGH.