Life

Haven’t updated in a while. Haven’t really known what to say, so I haven’t been saying.

Yeah.

Um … in good news, my friend and I are at about 100,000 words in our story. I’ll be starting work on smoothing it out soon.

The website that I made is doing well — we currently have fifteen or sixteen RP’s and eight people, but it’s there to be fun, so there you go.

Issues with a friend is in the process of being fixed, thanks to a mediator. I still feel like I’m not being listened to, but … whatever.

Bad news.

Yeah.

Um.

Right.

So, for the last two months, Squirreltail has been saying every day, “I think we need to delay the wedding.” And then the next day, he’d say, “I changed my mind, and we should get married on the eighth.”

Monday before Christmas, he and I were talking, and I told him that I was worried that I was marrying him because I owed it to him and his parents for everything they’d done for me. He said that if I felt that way, we shouldn’t get married on the eighth. I told him that if we didn’t get married then, I could no longer live where I was, because his parents — understandably — said that I’d have to find another place to live. Well, my lack of job isn’t something I can fix when I’m already working as hard as I can to find one. So I told him I’d be moving back to my family if we postponed the wedding.

And he responded with, “Well, if you move out of state, we should break up.”

We decided to take a few days and talk about it again. The few days later, we talked about it, and I was still worried that I was marrying from debt and obligation. Found out that he was worried that he was marrying me because he promised.

This was the first time that he hadn’t changed his mind within twenty four hours. We gave it another few days, and then decided to wait until after Christmas, so that we didn’t ruin the holiday for our families.

I’m now back down with my family.

I’m okay. I’m hurting. I’ve spent my fair share of time locked in my closet crying. Or in the bathroom crying. Or saying that I’m just feeling sick from a cold, when in reality, I’m stuffed up because, you’ve guessed it, I’ve been crying.

So. Yeah. There I am.

A post from forever ago

I wrote this back in July, and finally decided to post it. It’s not a story — it’s the first post for a RP character. A friend asked if I’d be willing to RP his wife, and I said okay. He lay out a few details about Jenna, and I responded with a few ideas, and reasons for why she acts the way she does. The RP then had every single person on the site following us, and at the end of it, we got crowned the king and queen of non-crime.

Anyway. Like I said, not a story. But I’m posting it because I keep re-reading this thing and I still love it.

( Bitter Taste of Regret )

[To let you know, what happened next was all kinds of awkwardness with David and Jenna, because one of her kids — the oldest, that wasn’t speaking to David — called him and told him he needed to come home. Awkward awkward awkward, and now they’re back together. And Peter was … actually rather brutally taken care of by David, because he hit Jenna in front of David, and David lost it.]

So. Yeah. There you go.