A brother gone missing from my radar..
Hello again,
Creepy isn't it.. I'm actually starting to make writing in my journal a habit, who’d a thunk it.. A lot has happened in the little time since my last entry, including the fact I no longer consider myself to have a little brother, aka Dana. He chose to do things that removed him from being anywhere in the vicinity of being called family ever again. I know he feels bad but he crossed the line with what he did.. As many of my friends know I consider my roommate April like my lil-sister, a person I care about deeply and want the best for. Well as I’ve wrote sometime before she is involved in a serious relationship, FINALLY, and I think the guy is right for her. He's been away in the military for about a year now and came back recently for a 3 day weekend and what happens? Dana tries to fuck up things for them.
Here I am sitting on the computer when it all goes down. April is sleeping on the couch and Dana and the others are playing HALO on the X-Box, when Dana busts out with "Ohh while you were away, the one weekend you and April had the argument and she was all depressed... we fucked on the couch." SO then Nos goes to wake April and tells her they needed to talk, which clued April into something BAD happening.. Nos confronted April about this, and at the same time since I could see something happening I went out into the living room to talk to Dana about it. He tells me exactly what he told Nos and right there I had to refrain from beating him into a pulp for putting April's relationship in danger, cuz odd enough I was hanging with April that entire night that this thing supposedly happened.. So well things went well for April and Nos since they had me to talk to about that weekend also, which intriguingly was all of two weeks ago if I recall correctly, cuz Dana claimed it happened when my fiancée was still down. So well to put it simply, I am not talking to the pain in the ass known as Dana anymore.. He is prohibited from visiting my house anymore and if he tries to show up I will kick his ass... Plain and simple.. Cuz well as I’ve said to people.. NO ONE and I Mean NO ONE fucks with my close friends... Especially people who are close to my heart like April, Jim, Carla, and David... Its my job to mess with their heads not anyone else’s! (J/K!)
Well, As time passed I calmed down to watch some crazed and talk to my lovely fiancée. After talking to her a bit I went to finish the anime and fell asleep only to have a dream about a mixture of the creepy anime and my fiancée within it... God that’s messed up when that stuff happens. One day I might explain the dream to her but not right now, I’m still trying to recall it all. One thing, I could never see my fiancée with bright red hair and in a kimono, as I know in one part of the dream she had been wearing one. God I miss her, I loved the time we had together this summer, even the petty arguments we had. Hey no relationship is completely flawless, no matter how many may portray themselves.
Only 3 years left, three years of torture to my heart but hey its worth it. In three years I’ll be getting married to the woman I've dreamed about time and time again and I can't wait. Some guys may be scarred of marriage, but I feel that’s because they haven't met their soul mate, unlike me who was lucky enough to find mine. She has her faults but hey even I have faults too, bad ones. I'm a recovering pathological liar, at least I like to think I’m recovering I only hope I can stop lying abou7t things that are stupid, like saying I’ve seen a movie just to fit in when I haven't... Things like that, I know I’ve stopped about the important things, but back to my fiancée. I still feel so lucky to have someone so beautiful in love with me. I don't know how I succeeded in getting her to love me, but I’m not going to question it, ever. I just hope I can keep her entertained and not lose her, that would well.. SUCK.. heh well that’s all I have to write this time...
~Carl
"Men always want to be a woman's first love - women like to be a man's last romance."
-Oscar Wilde