I can’t say I haven’t noticed the amount of time you and Fi spend together nowadays. I never really knew her before the trip, so I always assumed she was a stereotypical townie, but she is not that at all. I was talking to her the other day, the day Kevin, Corrie, Robyn and Chris went into Wirrawee to gather some information, and we chatted about our old monotonous lives, and she is so different from what I thought. I think she’s really into you, and Ellie said you seem to be into her. I guess we’re the same as you guys in a way, Ellie and I.…
My Duncan Buddy’s name was Chariteey. She and I did not have that great of a relationship. Some days she would say that she did not like me, while other days she would apologize for saying that she didn’t like me. I think I impacted Chariteey’s life by showing her that you cannot just push people away. Saying “mean” things to people is not ok and I told her that. I told her that it was ok that she said it because she apologized, but that she cannot go around saying things like that to other people. She talks about her mom, but had mentioned that her father died when she was younger. I think her mom is there for her, but not as involved as she could be. She mentions that she goes on “trips” with her friend that is a guy. I was not sure how…
So before that terrible thing happened, we already had agreements to say when we both were unhappy about each other. For example, she did not clean the kitchen on time and let Oreo ate my shoes and my books.…
We talked a lot about anything and everything; nothing really stands out here other then me saying, “I think it’s cool that you have a really happy marriage.” I genuinely thought that at the time, and well I still think it’s an okay marriage, but I didn’t realize the problems at the time. So at the end of the working day we had gone back to my Auntie’s house, I would have gone back to my Grandma’s, but I wanted to see my cousin Jordan first. When we got there Aunt Jackie had decided to drink a beer and show Jordan her “vampire” bite which she had gotten from a dog. Jordan and I decided to go talk for a little bit while Aunt Jackie and Uncle Roger relaxed. The drama didn’t start until evening came…
I was laying in bed just thinking about our conversation today. Do I really want to marry Val? I rolled over and looked at my phone. It was 3am. I slid out of bed and grabbed my phone off the night stand. I was half way out the door when I heard Val say," babe where are you going?" "Restroom. Go back to sleep," I responded. I closed the door behind me and walked across the hall to the bathroom. I closed and locked the door. I called Lindsay, hoping that she would tell me what to do. She's always been the mom of the group. "Hello," she said in a groggy voice. "Hey Linds can we talk?" I asked. "No! What do you have to talk about that couldn't wait until the morning?" She said obviously aggravated. I forgot Lindsay is not a morning person. "But…
There was a point when they seemed like they weren’t in love, the dinners would become silent. They got to a point where they no longer communicated or enjoyed each other.…
Monta and I were closer than I believe my husband and I were, literally. We did everything together, as our kids were the same age and we just happened to live in the same neighborhood with just two houses between us. She was the wife of a dentist and I, the wife of a railroader. While both our husbands made good money, their income was substantially larger, but this would never be a concern for either of us as our relationship grew. We were total opposites in every way; I expect this was why we got along so well. She was loud and boisterous, and I was quiet and placid. For those on the outside looking into our relationship, one might think she was the leader and I simply followed her lead, but though this truly wasn’t the case, the day came when I had just had enough! We had an argument in the middle of a Dallas Mall by cause of a public scene Monta made and I was feeling fed up. I had enough of her embarrassing “belittling” of others…
We were split up forever. I never saw Hannah again. At the time, I thought it was the best time of my life. A new start and a new time to make new friends. But I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened to Hannah in the alley.…
It took a while, but I was slowly recovering. Every time I did something that made me happy or for myself, her name faded more and more.…
Any time that I would want to go out somewhere she did not approve of , she would throw a fit until I agreed to go somewhere with her or not even go out at all. I would want to go out to a club or to a party, and she would hate it; she would not even accept it. I mean you would think that I was asking to do something extreme like go get extremely close with another girl. If she wanted to go to a club, I would never have a problem with it and that is how I wanted her to act towards me, but I knew that was never going to happen. I didn't think a girl like her could ever change but I had little hope, which definitely did me some good. She did in fact change. She is no longer a hypocrite, well at least not about…
But did you really think the best way to go about this was to bottle it up? To bottle it up for so long you thought dating me would fix it? To…
The day finally came, the day that Frankenstein fears most. The day when I killed his brother was the day he promised he would make me a partner. That day 2 years ago was the first time I acted like a human being and I did it out of all of the rage and anger that had been building up inside of me. I would finally feel complete once she comes alive, once I can finally hold her in my arms.…
I spent most of my time working, hanging out with different girls, or fucking somebody’s daughter. 2013 one of the freshest guys In the city rocking the “Kendrick Lamar Fade”, facial hair growing in, the old heads on the street called it “peach fuzz” but I was still proud ha! My mom would be staying with her boyfriend all summer, it was nice to see her happy. Those where the best Saturdays to me just hanging out with my friends, having the house to myself, it’s like I was grown with not one bill to pay, except a rather high phone bill of 200 dollars. There was this one girl named Christen, honey complexion, body of goddess, met her at school in sociology during the spring semester. She was all any guy could ask or even imagine asking for in a girl. She knows how to take care of her man and keep her man happy, definitely wife material. Being a teenage mother matured her, a bad situation with her baby father made her strong and smarter.…
Every once and awhile I'll look back on my life and I'll laugh. Particularly at the times I spent with my friend Ben and all the mischief we caused; even when some of the things we did weren’t the safest or smartest things to do. The adventures and trouble we would get in. I remember the day we went to the lake, and how it ended almost horribly wrong.…
Over the years I have blamed her, myself, her parents, even genetics. I am left feeling confused and unsatisfied. I am naturally a strong-minded person with a lot of self-confidence. With that said I do believe this lack of relationship has really held me back in life. I am confident that I will eventually feel a resolution in some form or another. It could be a solid relationship with her, or maybe an understanding of why it will never be. No matter what I discover to be the truth I do know that I love her very much and she does the same for me. That is probably the single most reason this is so frustrating.…