It has been a bit of an odd week.

Usually, order rules the summer months (at least from what I’ve noticed), but the last couple weeks have been 100% chaos for me. Not fully in negative ways, in fact, I rarely see chaos as negative–simply a fact of life.

First off is my personal curse. I’m not necessarily one to buy into curses, but let me tell you, there’s times when you just have to admit that something bizarre is going on. The curse, in a nutshell, is as follows…

I housesit for my parents and my sister very frequently. For my parents, it is usually two or three times a year ranging from one to two weeks. My sister is a slight bit more erratic. She is an adventure traveler. She has gone to Asia, Africa, South America…well…everywhere! I have spent up to a month taking care of her house and cats, once or twice a year. She had a baby last year, so I’ve only been to her place once in the last year.

Anyway, what happens is that my love life is entirely affected by my stays at these locations. My sister’s house is the positive influence, and my parent’s house is the negative influence. I find that when I stay at my sister’s place, I am bombarded with requests for dates—by email or in person. In fact more than one of my relationships has begun while staying at my sister’s house.

My parent’s house is a much different story. Whenever I go there, I feel a sort of “black cloud” hanging over the entire place. This may stun you, and you may think I’m joking, but four (yes FOUR) of my relationships have ended the day I stepped into my parent’s house to start taking care of their cats.

SO! I was absolutely paranoid about staying at my parent’s house for two weeks this summer (as I’m always paranoid about it when I’m dating someone). This time last year, I walked into my parent’s house, and V. broke it off with me…the year before it was G. And those memories were hanging on tight as I entered.

After all, I have been dating R. for sixth months now and I’m half way done moving into his place. But I thought—as I always do—that this “curse” is my own personal laughable joke. But, I felt that palpable black cloud still hanging around the house. It gave me the creeps. I’m talking literal here – I actually feel something strong and negative at my parent’s house when I’m there house sitting.

It’s rare to here me talk this strongly in a pagan style.

I arrived at 9pm, and had some food, fed the cats, checked my email, and settled into my room to sleep after setting my alarm for 7:30am.

I’m awoken by my cell phone, and thinking it was my alarm, I turned it off before realizing that it was my phone.

I listen to the message – It’s R.

He says “Hello, sorry to call so early, we need to talk”

“NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!” Is what I was thinking. I don’t remember, but I could have been saying it out loud. But I also had to laugh. I mean, this curse is slowly going from laughable coincidence to serious curse!

Did I mention that R. and I went on our first date six months ago—on the first night I arrived at my sister’s house to housesit for her?

Are you seeing the pattern I’m seeing?

Anyway, I spend the day resigned to the fact that R. and I were no longer going to be dating. I had plans made to move all my stuff to my parent’s and live there free for the last year of school. I was sad, but seriously, this is all just becoming part of my life.

I decided to bring out my secret weapon though—my sister’s house! Occasionally, when I feel I need a boost in my love life, or as in this case, a counter measure for a horrible love curse, I drive by my sister’s house.

Yes, you’re seeing the one thing in my life that is very odd, bizarre, and makes me look like a fool. Well, the one thing I’m willing to admit too.

So, I drove down her block a couple times. Then, it’s off to my place to pack a little bit, and take it over to R.’s. I am desperately trying to ignore the stress pain in my stomach and my urge to vomit. I wasn’t able to call R. back, so was still in the dark, making plans to move to my parent’s, trying to think of ANYTHING else he could have meant by “we need to talk.”

He gets home at 5pm to my warm hugs. I ask him how everything is.

“oh great” he says.

“How was work?” I ask, hoping he notices my casual tone, and false look of no worry. I’m dying on the inside.

“All right.” He casually flips through the mail.

“Are you ok?”

“Yah.” He pauses. I look at him desperate for clues. “I think I’m manic-depressive. I was SO depressed this morning, and then all of a sudden this afternoon, I felt just fine.”

“Not exactly a definition of bipolar disorder, but ok” I’m feeling a bit braver. “Is that why you called me? Because you were depressed and wanted to talk?”

“Sort of. And I’m SO glad I didn’t talk to you!.” He looks at me, hugs me, “You’re SO cute.”

I decide I’m not going to push the issue, and I leave it at that. But seriously, when I walk into my parent’s house for a few hours, does an angel descend to the man I’m dating and convince him to dump me? I mean SERIOUSLY! This is all getting a bit too weird.

I went to my parent’s after spending some time with R. after that conversation. The black cloud feeling is gone. I feel positive again. But, I’m still at my parent’s. I won’t be safe until I’m not there anymore. Seriously, I won’t be surprised if our relationship ends in the next couple weeks.

Resist the curse R. RESIST!!!!

*UGH*