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Watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Mark did that thing where he forgets how enormous a geek I am. Specifically, demonstrating that I know the "Page 394" scene by heart. With emphasis. And voices.
Reminds me of an exchange early in our relationship, when we were talking about DH:
Mark: There's that bit where Mrs Weasley totally bitchslaps Bellatrix, and she says "No my kids you slapper" or something.
Vicky: It was Ginny she was after, and she said, "Not my daughter, you bitch". In capitals.
Mark: Yeah, or something like that.
Vicky: No, I was quoting. That's what she said.
Mark: You can't possibly remember that.
Vicky: *Smirks. Gets book. Turns to correct page without fumbling. Points to line."
Mark: ... Geek.
We're having dinner with my uncle tonight. Favourite Uncle. First crush, even. I haven't seen him since I went to my brother's 40th birthday party, when things between Dave and I were first starting to roll downhill and gather momentum. His daughters were bridesmaids at my wedding. I'm getting those horrible feelings I always get when I see members of my family that I don't see very often. Are they going to blame me? Hate me? Has Dave talked to them? Are they going to want me to explain things to them?
This is probably why I was awake at half past four.
I want so much for everything to be normal, for him to just like Mark and accept that I'm smart and know myself and that he'll be able to see that I'm happier now than I've ever been. I hope so much that he won't ask questions. Brother got confrontational when I saw him -- he and Dave were close -- and I had to go upstairs and have a panic attack, while Dad explained some of the abuse stuff to him. I'm so glad Mark will be there with me.
Let's go look at the kinkfest to cheer up, shall we?
Reminds me of an exchange early in our relationship, when we were talking about DH:
Mark: There's that bit where Mrs Weasley totally bitchslaps Bellatrix, and she says "No my kids you slapper" or something.
Vicky: It was Ginny she was after, and she said, "Not my daughter, you bitch". In capitals.
Mark: Yeah, or something like that.
Vicky: No, I was quoting. That's what she said.
Mark: You can't possibly remember that.
Vicky: *Smirks. Gets book. Turns to correct page without fumbling. Points to line."
Mark: ... Geek.
We're having dinner with my uncle tonight. Favourite Uncle. First crush, even. I haven't seen him since I went to my brother's 40th birthday party, when things between Dave and I were first starting to roll downhill and gather momentum. His daughters were bridesmaids at my wedding. I'm getting those horrible feelings I always get when I see members of my family that I don't see very often. Are they going to blame me? Hate me? Has Dave talked to them? Are they going to want me to explain things to them?
This is probably why I was awake at half past four.
I want so much for everything to be normal, for him to just like Mark and accept that I'm smart and know myself and that he'll be able to see that I'm happier now than I've ever been. I hope so much that he won't ask questions. Brother got confrontational when I saw him -- he and Dave were close -- and I had to go upstairs and have a panic attack, while Dad explained some of the abuse stuff to him. I'm so glad Mark will be there with me.
Let's go look at the kinkfest to cheer up, shall we?