dragonflycq

So...update on the butter on the vintage dress disaster from Birthday........it didn't come out.



I guess that's what I get for letting an amazing dress sit in my closet for over a year without ever wearing it out. But the good news is....the Copper Grill did promise to reimburse for it. I just hope they don't re-neg. And since I bought the dress a year and a half ago...I didn't have a receipt. So.........I went back to the place and told them what happened, and asked if I could have a new receipt and they were like sure!!!...How much was it for?......And I was like...uh, I think maybe $73, $74...They go...oh, well $78 is a number we use often, it was probably that...I was like, cool! Awesome you guys rock!

The dress only cost me $28. I still have the tag on my dresser.



So, I'll go back, and buy a corset, and pocket the rest. Hahaha!!!!!!!!!!

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Ok...so recently....I've been befriending this girl at work. And when I say girl, she really is...she's 18....fresh outta mom & dad's control....living on her own...and I really didn't like her at first...cuz she can be overly spunky sometimes. But, in getting to know more about her over the last 5 months, I've learned a lot about her life.

She's had major back surgery several times involving her spinal column...and has had seizures and severe migraines because of it. She had a shitty fat ugly roomate who didn't respect her space at all, and would come home to the dorm room and find her roomate fucking random dudes on her bed.....She's since left college...or at least put it on hold, gotten her own apartment...lost her virginity to some dumb young fuck...and has told me things about being still trapped under her mother's religious oppression....and I've helped her steer away creepy loser dudes that come into the store and try and ask her out....it's kind of a joke that we're secret lesbian lovers.

We've only recently (in the last 2 weeks) been hanging out together after work with one other chic from work that i've been hanging out with...and we kind of developed this 'girl night' thing. And then thing that's the same between all of us, is that we don't get along with girls, but we do get along with each other. We have many of the same ideals in common...anyway......We hung out the other night and we all got to talking about siblings and parents...and in talking about parents...she got all kind of weird about her dad..saying how she hated him and wants him to die...etc, etc.....

Well.....yesterday, this creepy dude came into work, who had come in on monday and really freaked her out-he gave her a chocolate rose, and kept coming back wearing different outfits, and he overheard her talking to another employee about him being creepy and got pissed and wrote this 'list' of things he would say to her to make her think he wasn't creepy....so we knew we had to ban him from the store...well, when he came in yesterday, we baned him from ever coming back, and on his way out...he yelled at her overtop of the music "thanks, you've taught me a valuable lesson, i'll never be nice to pretty girls again" and bolted out of the store.

It truly fucking freaked her out. I took her to the back office, and she started to cry, and I huged her, and she told me that the reason he freaked her out so much was because of his age........close to her dad's age..........and then she told me what I figured was next....some really fucking sickening stuff about her dad and her youth.

I just held her. And let her cry. It broke my heart to hear that. I consoled her, and told her I ALWAYS got her back, I promised to take care of her, and be her ear, her big sister that she desperately needs. I just really want to get her out of living by herself....it's not safe....not physically, and definitely not emotionally.

I've kind of vowed to myself to help her out. Take her under my wing. I don't know if she's ever really had someone like me, who a. knows where she's coming from, b. delt with it on my own, c. wished i had someone like myself to help me through my rough years, and d. feel I owe it to myself to be her guide.

I know inside of her is an incredibly strong, independent, creative, amazingly love-filled woman that knows what she wants and won't be afraid to go and get it.....she just needs help letting that woman out. I imagine that what she went through is still relatively fresh, considering she's only 18...and I know it's gonna take a lot for her to deal with that. But I do know she is willing and on the right path. She's already rejected therapy and pills. She knows they don't work. She knows that she's gonna have to help herself. She knows that time, and friends, and music, and art are going to help her deal. But she's still gonna have those days where she's just going to want to sit and cry and let it all out, and I will be there.

I want to be that someone stable for her in her life, like several others were in mine...including Rob....though....none in my life could truly understand my pain, they could only empathize. I understand her pain-maybe not to the fullest extent...but I know effects.

I don't know exactly where I'm going in telling you all of this...but I just feel really important in doing it. Some donate to cancer research, or orphanages.....This is my contribution to the community.

And I love her to death for it.