heard on whole Job thing. But as long as your not at the point of hating books
The grandmother and I reconciled, briefly, but are back to our more comfortable terms now.
shes missing out. really.
My mom and her husband are still as they always were...
at least they are
Then my dad had a stroke. We still communicate the best we can...but he will never be the same again.
This truly grieves me Sara, I really liked your dad. though I am glad you are in communication with him, and were before it happened. I miss mine so much. tell Eddie hello if appropriate.
How is the rugrat?
Rugrat is good overall, but seems as well cursed with the common inability to gain traction in life. though she's trying.
I know my friends weren't -- aren't -- always easy. They...or some of them...can be very clique-y, and I know that they felt a sort of possessiveness over me that made things harder on you. Not excusing how that day ultimately turned out, but I can definitely sympathize with feeling insecure around the friends of a significant other. That was sort of the basis of the camping trip fiasco.
Not looking for excuse, but I wish I could have better articulated what i felt then, could have made things less tumultutious.
So...tomorrow is the big day, unless you have elected to bail out.
No I didn't bail out, we were civil, friendly even. Though we spent most of the day together, Her brother, her friend, and I, No worms were dug up by either party. The way I saw it, it would be an inappropriate time and place to bring stuff up. she may have felt the same way. I took photos & she stated we'd have to friend again so she could see them. I posted them and tagged her brother and have left it at that.
And old feeling of numbness and resolution to solitude is settling back in and making it's self at home.
I did talk to her pastor who's a licensed councilor, about broader things, he said to have hope and not to run away yesterday, I nodded and scanned for my quickest exits.
Old habits...
6:21 p.m. - 2013-06-25