Jan 22, 2006 01:30
So like, I walked to Norton from my house today.
Elaboration?
You know you want it.
Beg first...
(I'll assume everyone begged)
Soooo... My relationship with mom (not Kelsey) has been, what some might call, unstable, I call it gone altogether, but I'm not an expert so who cares. Beside the point though... moving on:
Mom and I had a disagreement about me seeing Kels tonight, which means I wanted to see her, she didn't want to let me... well, I don't know what drove me to it but for whatever reason it was, I blatantly and outright defied her and left anyway... which isn't -that- much of a big deal until you take into consideration the fact that before I left mom said I couldn't use the car and that if I left I could never come back--
I left
I left with no preparation, no plan, no nothing... all I knew was I had to see her and talk to her mom b/c it was my understanding that her mom had a very different opinion of me than what happens to be the truth and I wanted to set things straight, not for my sake but for the sake of the relationship. Well, I left around 3:30 (I think) and started walking... no car and no one to give me a ride... I left and I walked and walked and walked... I went up Lake Street, down the hill next to Sturgill Funeral Home, across the highway, down that road onto Guest River, all the way to Park Avenue (whilst fending off 6 German Shepherds and cussing out two over-zealous Jehova's Witnesses) then making my way up the hill to Saint Mary's Hospital (or no wait, it's "Mountain View" now) anywho, I hung a left at the top of the hill coming out behind Wolfe, Williams and Rutherford, and stayed on the back streets from there all the way to the other side of Norton, walking up to the bridge where J.I. Burton is and taking a right walking down to the Norton Rescue Squad, across from which Kels happens to live. My hands lost all feeling as did my butt and feet (my feet b/c I jumped in several very watery mud puddles avoiding crazy ass drivers on Guest River). When I got there I just stood on the front porch for a second. It hadn't registered that I was there. I couldn't believe I was. And as I stood there at like 8:00 pm, 4 1/2 hrs after I left home I realized that in the several hours I had been walking I had no clue what I was going to do when I got there. As I was about to knock, Kelsey noticed me standing there, said that my sister had called, worried, said the family was about to call the cops and everything. I called her back, got that straightened out and spent time with Kelsey for as long as I could before mom showed back up at their house. She decided that everyone needed to sit down and "talk" which means she will talk, everyone else will listen, and either agree with her or get the hell out of her way. Luckily, Kelsey's parents agree with her wonderful plan of me and Kelsey seeing each other less. I'm not too fond of it, but such is life and I will get through it because I do still have Kelsey at least.
You don't need to ask why I did. Everyone already knows the answer to that. Only one thing in this world can compel a person to walk four hours with wet, soggy socks and numb hands, without having eaten anything that day. L-O-V-E, love. I am so undoubtedly, entirely, irreversibly, inarguably, completely in love with Kelsey Brooke Owens that I walked there even though there was a chance of me being told to leave once I got there, and I would do it all over again, even 10 times the distance if it meant keeping her in my life.
I love you Kelsey, and the worst of it all is behind us.