I'm alive
I know I haven't written in ages, but I didn't really have much to say.
But I guess I should say that I think I'm in love with someone... but as usual, there are major complications. The big one being the fact that he's married, and has a baby.
I would never mess with that, even thought I feel our connection is a once in a lifetime thing. The hard part is, he feels partially the same. He gets the connection we have... and so does his wife. Communication has been forbidden by her, but we still email one another occassionally.
I don't know how I get myself into these situations. Honestly.
In other news, Ben's dad had a stroke and past away last week. I've been going over to his house every night in an effort to calm him down, after he'd call me completely hysterical. Poor thing, he is devestated. We went out last night, got drunk and slept together. Good one! He thinks I'm leading him on, and I guess I am... but it's not intentional. I needed some sort of comfort last night and so did he, it seemed like a natural thing to do... but not with our history.
Meh, what a disjointed entry. I suck at this diary stuff now.
But I guess I should say that I think I'm in love with someone... but as usual, there are major complications. The big one being the fact that he's married, and has a baby.
I would never mess with that, even thought I feel our connection is a once in a lifetime thing. The hard part is, he feels partially the same. He gets the connection we have... and so does his wife. Communication has been forbidden by her, but we still email one another occassionally.
I don't know how I get myself into these situations. Honestly.
In other news, Ben's dad had a stroke and past away last week. I've been going over to his house every night in an effort to calm him down, after he'd call me completely hysterical. Poor thing, he is devestated. We went out last night, got drunk and slept together. Good one! He thinks I'm leading him on, and I guess I am... but it's not intentional. I needed some sort of comfort last night and so did he, it seemed like a natural thing to do... but not with our history.
Meh, what a disjointed entry. I suck at this diary stuff now.