Thoughts of a goalie
I was screwed over so badly, so painfully, it's making it hard to remain friends. I desperately want to be friends still. I do care about him and wish him well, do want him to be happy. But is it bad that I can't stand to see him happy so soon? I poured so much of myself into it, into making him happy and feel wanted, desired. Loved. I guess I wasn't the right one. To move on I know what I need to do...
-Chapter Done-
I'm still in Burlington doting on Heather. It's been nice playing house for a few weeks and pampering someone. I gave her a foot massage and did her toenails since she can't do them herself. I swear I'm not trying to spoil her on purpose, she's completely deserving. I'm not sure how much longer I'm staying. She's got 11 weeks to go and I want to be here for the birth but after last week, who knows when that could be. Three months is a lot longer than I was expecting to stay. I'll talk to Marty and Heather about it, I have nowhere else to be.
-Chapter Done-
I'm still in Burlington doting on Heather. It's been nice playing house for a few weeks and pampering someone. I gave her a foot massage and did her toenails since she can't do them herself. I swear I'm not trying to spoil her on purpose, she's completely deserving. I'm not sure how much longer I'm staying. She's got 11 weeks to go and I want to be here for the birth but after last week, who knows when that could be. Three months is a lot longer than I was expecting to stay. I'll talk to Marty and Heather about it, I have nowhere else to be.