Tethered Love
Somewhere someone must have thought that I’d get used to this. Eventually become immune to most of it. And while that may be true, it seems she can always find another phrase to hurt me with. Most recent ones being “I don’t love you anymore, I’m just using you cause I’m lonely until I find someone better” or “you’re the one who makes me depressed.” And although I know she does not mean it. . . it’s been hard to not trust what she says when before work, she’s on her laptop, I get home from work . . . laptop. And yet love tethers me.
We leave for Alberta in a few days. My feelings on that will be discussed in a later blog.
Marilyn Manson is on Friday. That shall be interesting. A type of concert I’ve never been to, or never ever thought I’d go see either. But he’s important to her, so of course I will support. And listening to some of his interviews. . . I wish others who blame him for Columbine and war and hate would listen to them to. I believe they’d be mildly surprised. Maybe we should disguise his voice and play it for some of those people.
Peggy’s Cove tomorrow. Tranquility serene. Although her parents will be there too. There is chaos in that. I’ve seen the pictures. It’s something I defiantly want to share with her. But in a romantic way. Not in a “friendship” way till we’re back home.
I suppose that’s really it for now. I think I’ll start posting here again.