Then in April, my best friend moved to Dallas. Life became pretty lackluster for a while. I had no one to talk to, pig out on Pizza Hut with, or sneak out to Walmart at 3 AM with. Everything was lonely without them, and I was pretty pessimistic about it all. So eventually I decided to follow them out to Texas. But I knew it would be difficult to get out there with no money, nothing set up, and a 1996 Buick Century that had constant issues. So I looked online for caretaking jobs and found a job as a live-in nanny with a seemingly nice family. So they flew me out, and I moved in with them, and everything was good for a while. I genuinely liked the kids (particularly their dog), and I could put up with their father (if barely). Then one night, I had an argument with the father in which he told me that we are not equals, and that I can not just do whatever I please (the argument was over my not texting him back on my ONE day off out of my 80-hour work week. Which BY THE WAY, I wasn't being paid overtime for). So yeah, I might've gotten a tad bit sassy after that. P.S., never tell me that we aren't equal human beings. I will see red.
