Feb 15, 1977 08:36
...is an inconsiderate prat who isn't fit to wipe the bloodstains off my gown, which, incidentally, he put there!
Oh, Merlin, why won't you talk to me, Ted?
The Masque was an unmitigated disaster. My costume was smashing, of course, and it was lovely to see my friends there (the ones I could identify) and I believe I did quite a good deed in nudging a certain acquaintance toward a certain friend, both of whom were conveniently anonymous...
But... TED! What a disaster! He ignored me half the night, made a public nuisance of himself, behaved in a horribly immature and grotesque fashion, and then when I tried to talk to him about it...
Oh dear. I really ought not to have said what I said. That was not how I wanted to tell him I was pregnant. I was angry and I wasn't thinking clearly. How will he ever forgive me? I don't know what I'd do if I lost him.
I cannot believe all the trouble I went to to look nice for that PIG at the Masque! How dare he not even bother to argue with me? He just stood there, staring at me dumbly as though he never wanted to see me, or the child I'm carrying, again. Merlin, what have I done? I'm so alone... I just want Ted by my side. until I ran away.
I hope everyone else had a better time than I did.