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Drove a lot.
Family time shit a lot. I call it shit.. but I love them. Love love love them.
Got followed a lot.
The last morning we ended up running and hiding in Spot. It was lovely.
Cried a lot.
Laughed a lot.
Drank a lot.
Got evicted and charged a whole lot to Mutti's credit card.
And somehow having one too many at an engagement party just sucks the truth right out of you.
I turned to him and said "that was supposed to be me.. someday"
"It will be"
And then it happened. I just couldn't stop it. Something inside just took over my inebriated brain... and mouth.
I went on a long, long rant about.. yes, we all saw it coming.. Joseph.
Even better, to the one person who would love to shoot him in the head just slightly more than myself.
It seemed to never end.
Even when the sober part of my brain started screaming rationality
It did not end
To make it even worse
my whole family now knows
and hates
knows and hates.. me?
We get back, and while I attempted to brush my teeth with lip gloss (?!?) I announced to my lifepartner that I do believe it's all true.
I accept reality
but he is my favorite person in the world.
We ended up bumming a ride off of the person following us
and I ended up on a couch
Nursing a broken heart over chicken wings must run in the family.
Same place, 40 (ish) years later.
I think her heartache was only 20 years ago. Right before she moved.. for the last time.
And this weekend, it was my turn.
Trying not to love.
Said goodbye
and I'm always afraid it's for the last time
I hate the disappointment in their eyes
I hope they don't boycott my wedding
Jamers understands
I'm glad
She knows how easy it is to try and distract yourself
So that's what I discovered
all over again
This is what happens when I visit the people responsible for my lifetime of insanity.
It was beautiful a lot.
Family time shit a lot. I call it shit.. but I love them. Love love love them.
Got followed a lot.
The last morning we ended up running and hiding in Spot. It was lovely.
Cried a lot.
Laughed a lot.
Drank a lot.
Got evicted and charged a whole lot to Mutti's credit card.
And somehow having one too many at an engagement party just sucks the truth right out of you.
I turned to him and said "that was supposed to be me.. someday"
"It will be"
And then it happened. I just couldn't stop it. Something inside just took over my inebriated brain... and mouth.
I went on a long, long rant about.. yes, we all saw it coming.. Joseph.
Even better, to the one person who would love to shoot him in the head just slightly more than myself.
It seemed to never end.
Even when the sober part of my brain started screaming rationality
It did not end
To make it even worse
my whole family now knows
and hates
knows and hates.. me?
We get back, and while I attempted to brush my teeth with lip gloss (?!?) I announced to my lifepartner that I do believe it's all true.
I accept reality
but he is my favorite person in the world.
We ended up bumming a ride off of the person following us
and I ended up on a couch
Nursing a broken heart over chicken wings must run in the family.
Same place, 40 (ish) years later.
I think her heartache was only 20 years ago. Right before she moved.. for the last time.
And this weekend, it was my turn.
Trying not to love.
Said goodbye
and I'm always afraid it's for the last time
I hate the disappointment in their eyes
I hope they don't boycott my wedding
Jamers understands
I'm glad
She knows how easy it is to try and distract yourself
So that's what I discovered
all over again
This is what happens when I visit the people responsible for my lifetime of insanity.
It was beautiful a lot.