I think I can honestly say I have no desire to learn any more of my mom's deep dark secrets...
Which I know sounds insane, given the fact that I'm pretty much endlessly researching any scrap I get tossed. But after finding out about Mom and Aaron Echolls? I just don't want to find out anything that could potentially be more damaging to my self-worth.
anyway, about an hour or so after finding the tape, and we'd managed to get what looked to be everything that belonged to his parents out their former homes and into the box. The box was a little overfull, but at least it'd all be out of Logan's way when we got it off the yacht. We hadn't exactly been discriminating in what went in the box. If it didn't have some sort of function on the boat, it went. It was just easier that way.
We hadn't really talked much since Logan agreed that we were okay. I think we were both just feeling a little overwhelmed by everything. Or in shock. Or disgusted with our parents. I think it's probably some combination of the above. But at least he'd agreed we were gonna be okay. I was choosing to focus on that fact, and just be happy we had each other. Seemed better than the alternative of wondering why Dad and I weren't enough for my mom. I'd go crazy if I tried to figure that out, because like I pointed out before...I don't exactly know her. Not really. And at this point I'm not sure that's a bad thing.
"I think you may have to lug that thing up the stairs if only because I'm not entirely sure I can see over the mountain of stuff that's past the top of the box." I shook my head with an amused smile, "But I think we're basically done."
And with what, 3 hours before I had to be back at school. That was definitely nice.
Aside from the fact that I couldn't shake the feeling that Logan and I still had some stuff we needed to talk about that wasn't related to our parents. Like say, Duncan? He wouldn't really let me talk about it the other night. Not that I really wanted to, but I do want to be completely truthful with him about what happened there and why. I owed him that much. Especially when I was pretty close to sure he had this nagging thought in the back of his mind that I was still completely in love with Duncan. Which really couldn't be much further from true. I still cared. Always would. But it wasn't even close to the same thing.
"Logan?" I started, taking a seat on the bed, "About Duncan? As far as I'm concerned we were over way before we actually broke up. And I think, at this point - you know, hindsight being 20/20 and all, that we really shouldn't have gotten back together in the first place. Too much had happened. We weren't the same people. And no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, I was still in love with you." I told him. "That's sort of the abbreviated version, but I just thought that you should know. There's no second thoughts on my part, and I'm exactly where I want to be, with who I want to be with."
Okay...it's out. Stated and in the open so he doesn't have to worry or question it anymore. I was sure there was probably other things we should probably talk about, but one thing at a time, right?
anyway, about an hour or so after finding the tape, and we'd managed to get what looked to be everything that belonged to his parents out their former homes and into the box. The box was a little overfull, but at least it'd all be out of Logan's way when we got it off the yacht. We hadn't exactly been discriminating in what went in the box. If it didn't have some sort of function on the boat, it went. It was just easier that way.
We hadn't really talked much since Logan agreed that we were okay. I think we were both just feeling a little overwhelmed by everything. Or in shock. Or disgusted with our parents. I think it's probably some combination of the above. But at least he'd agreed we were gonna be okay. I was choosing to focus on that fact, and just be happy we had each other. Seemed better than the alternative of wondering why Dad and I weren't enough for my mom. I'd go crazy if I tried to figure that out, because like I pointed out before...I don't exactly know her. Not really. And at this point I'm not sure that's a bad thing.
"I think you may have to lug that thing up the stairs if only because I'm not entirely sure I can see over the mountain of stuff that's past the top of the box." I shook my head with an amused smile, "But I think we're basically done."
And with what, 3 hours before I had to be back at school. That was definitely nice.
Aside from the fact that I couldn't shake the feeling that Logan and I still had some stuff we needed to talk about that wasn't related to our parents. Like say, Duncan? He wouldn't really let me talk about it the other night. Not that I really wanted to, but I do want to be completely truthful with him about what happened there and why. I owed him that much. Especially when I was pretty close to sure he had this nagging thought in the back of his mind that I was still completely in love with Duncan. Which really couldn't be much further from true. I still cared. Always would. But it wasn't even close to the same thing.
"Logan?" I started, taking a seat on the bed, "About Duncan? As far as I'm concerned we were over way before we actually broke up. And I think, at this point - you know, hindsight being 20/20 and all, that we really shouldn't have gotten back together in the first place. Too much had happened. We weren't the same people. And no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise, I was still in love with you." I told him. "That's sort of the abbreviated version, but I just thought that you should know. There's no second thoughts on my part, and I'm exactly where I want to be, with who I want to be with."
Okay...it's out. Stated and in the open so he doesn't have to worry or question it anymore. I was sure there was probably other things we should probably talk about, but one thing at a time, right?