The year in reveiw
Now at the beginning of last year I decided that this would be a year for Jack, because I was having so much trouble getting over his death from the previous year. So I went with that.
The beginning of the year found me living in Dormont with my new husband Allen in our one-bedroom apartment disowned by my father and pining for my lost friend in a most piteous way. Really still on a quest for an absolution from the sins of a truly sloppy emotional affair that went too deep too fast. Not to mention affirmation and insight into what I already knew to begin with, but didn't want to admit to myself.
February would come as a turning point in all this. In a fit of what can only be described as a complete mental breakdown I quit the museum. This, though sparked one of the deepest depressions I'd ever been in and so, as a last ditch effort went to Raymond, a man I barely knew at the time for the absolution I needed. And I got it. I was on top of the world, until around 3:00 the next day when Jack's father called. After receiving a tip about a journal entry written the previous November THAT HE DIDN'T EVEN READ he went on to accuse me of killing his son, of being various types of monster and saying I deserved various horrible fates.
And that fucked me up for the next few months. Luckily Ray was still there, trying to be friends, but it was not working because I was so freaked out.
May would find me taking in the homeless Kyle who would take our PS2, but at least returned the sweater he took, though he didn't need to break the window to do it. I think he was more trying to send a message there. I looked for him, but I never did find him. He is still missed and worried about, but not too badly.
June had me introduced to Ivan, Steve, and Shane. The last two being heroin junkies, who would get clean. I'd like to think I may have had a small hand in that. Especially with Steve. I know I was involved with Shane, because I referred him to Ivan who referred him to a treatment center, which got him clean. Just in time too, because he looked like he was on his way out as it were. Spiderpig, the Guinea Pig, also would die around this time. We also move to a two bedroom apartment across the hall.
Ivan lived with us for a time, until it became clear that the only way to get him off the streets truly was to get him away from the streets completely, so we sent him back to Du Bois with a friend of his, and now he is still officially off the streets. He really just needed the start.
Raymond and I got in a colossal fight with eachother around october, and it looked like we were finally done with the whole thing. Oddly though, it didn't end, but I still haven't gotten back to my comic since then. It was just too sad with me and my layout consultant fighting. I'm still amazed that we did patch things up. My grandfather also died around that time which was very hard for all of us.
I also met Derek which brings us into the now. We started as friends, but our relationship deepened until we began dating. It is amazing because we seem to just have an incredible intimacy with eachother and very deep feelings. It has been hard on my marriage because there really is a strong love going on there, but I'm not ready to call quits this early in the game. Especially because I do love my husband. But he's needed serious psych help for awhile and now, only now, is he finally getting it. I know both are good people, and they both like eachother, but it would be nearly impossible to choose one over the other, and both say they'll still be around no matter what, so this will go into this year before I can really say anything, though it seems I'm almost living with Derek now. But thats also because we now have Joe and his girl at our place and they kind of suck, so thats where that is.
The beginning of the year found me living in Dormont with my new husband Allen in our one-bedroom apartment disowned by my father and pining for my lost friend in a most piteous way. Really still on a quest for an absolution from the sins of a truly sloppy emotional affair that went too deep too fast. Not to mention affirmation and insight into what I already knew to begin with, but didn't want to admit to myself.
February would come as a turning point in all this. In a fit of what can only be described as a complete mental breakdown I quit the museum. This, though sparked one of the deepest depressions I'd ever been in and so, as a last ditch effort went to Raymond, a man I barely knew at the time for the absolution I needed. And I got it. I was on top of the world, until around 3:00 the next day when Jack's father called. After receiving a tip about a journal entry written the previous November THAT HE DIDN'T EVEN READ he went on to accuse me of killing his son, of being various types of monster and saying I deserved various horrible fates.
And that fucked me up for the next few months. Luckily Ray was still there, trying to be friends, but it was not working because I was so freaked out.
May would find me taking in the homeless Kyle who would take our PS2, but at least returned the sweater he took, though he didn't need to break the window to do it. I think he was more trying to send a message there. I looked for him, but I never did find him. He is still missed and worried about, but not too badly.
June had me introduced to Ivan, Steve, and Shane. The last two being heroin junkies, who would get clean. I'd like to think I may have had a small hand in that. Especially with Steve. I know I was involved with Shane, because I referred him to Ivan who referred him to a treatment center, which got him clean. Just in time too, because he looked like he was on his way out as it were. Spiderpig, the Guinea Pig, also would die around this time. We also move to a two bedroom apartment across the hall.
Ivan lived with us for a time, until it became clear that the only way to get him off the streets truly was to get him away from the streets completely, so we sent him back to Du Bois with a friend of his, and now he is still officially off the streets. He really just needed the start.
Raymond and I got in a colossal fight with eachother around october, and it looked like we were finally done with the whole thing. Oddly though, it didn't end, but I still haven't gotten back to my comic since then. It was just too sad with me and my layout consultant fighting. I'm still amazed that we did patch things up. My grandfather also died around that time which was very hard for all of us.
I also met Derek which brings us into the now. We started as friends, but our relationship deepened until we began dating. It is amazing because we seem to just have an incredible intimacy with eachother and very deep feelings. It has been hard on my marriage because there really is a strong love going on there, but I'm not ready to call quits this early in the game. Especially because I do love my husband. But he's needed serious psych help for awhile and now, only now, is he finally getting it. I know both are good people, and they both like eachother, but it would be nearly impossible to choose one over the other, and both say they'll still be around no matter what, so this will go into this year before I can really say anything, though it seems I'm almost living with Derek now. But thats also because we now have Joe and his girl at our place and they kind of suck, so thats where that is.