So, this might not be an 'earth shattering' and life changing blog. But its about something I feel pretty strongly about. Happiness. Life is short, we never know what is going to happen at any moment. My mother is screaming at me, because I want to go to move in with my boyfriend and go to Campbellsville University instead of living with my older sister, who hates the way I look, dress, think, speak and everything else about me, and go to The University of Louisville. I'm not comming down on U of L. I just don't want to go there. I want to be happy. My boyfriend likes over one-hundred miles away from me, and I hate it. Campbellsville is a good school that has all of the programs/majors I could possibly see myself going into. Not to mention Campbellsville the town, is a lot like the town I'm from. Small. Which is something important to me, I'll admit I've had a pretty 'spoiled' youth and being out on my own is going to be really hard for me. I've never had to do anything for myself, and I'm very easily intimidated and I'm afraid of everything. My boyfriend, has his own house, he's lived on his own for awhile now and I think that for me, living with him would be an easy way to coast into being independent. Because he understands I've never been alone before, and he's going to work with me on that, also he's not going to let me quit something I start, he told me if I lived with him then I had to finish college. That no matter what he wouldn't let me drop out or give up. All of my weaknesses are his strengths, in the academic and the real world. I'm really slow at math, I have a learning disability and math is my worst subject. Math is his best. I am afraid of everything. He knows no fear. He completes me and makes me happy. But my mother thinks that I am stupid. She didn't marry the one man she truly loved. She doesn't love my dad not the way she loved one of her "ex's" She gave up her dreams for a guy. I won't. Nor would my boyfriend let me. Her constant battering of what I want to do with my life is getting to me. I've had one nervous breakdown already this week, and my boyfriend thinks its all his fault. It all comes down to, my mother and my sister think the only thing that matters in life is money. For the record, my sister is about to be divorced, she has a son who she's never around to take care of, because all she does is work. She makes good money, but she's not happy. Her son doesn't listen to her and her family is falling apart. I don't want that. I want to be happy, and have a happy healthy family. I think happiness and family are more important than being rich and successful. So am I stupid?