you may have to go back and read the last journal entry to get all of the backstory here.
i feel like i've lived 200 lifetimes in the 9 days since i posted the letter from the previous post. given the last trauma-induced entry, i feel as though there must be a follow-up. like i said, that was about 200 lifetimes ago.
so, it appears as though that very letter (despite its desperate need for proofreading) changed everything for her. after reading it, she called up the other guy and told him that she had some thinking to do and would let him know when she was sure what she wanted. this is where it gets fun. she and i have spent every day and night together since then. yay drama! she called him mid-week asking him to come over so that they could talk about things, and so that she could say 'ain't gon' be no weddin.' that didn't go well at all. he got to her place and proceeded to, among other things, to change her hair back to the style he liked (!?). it got worse from there. I was called about an hour after he got there (she'd told him by then) and heard the scariest voice i've ever heard. i'll never forget it.
'hello?'
'come over here right now. right now, do you understand me? i'm not fucking around.'
*click*
turns out he didn't take the news well. he shoved her around a little, broke a necklace i'd given her and so on, only leaving when she told him she'd called me over (i'm 6 feet 275lbs. he's 5'6 155. i think violence unnecessary in (almost) all situations, but he didn't need to know that). she was panicked, to be sure, and i was glad i only live 7 blocks away. my relationship with her aside, bahavior like his should be wiped from the earth. every time i see the aftermath of a situation like that, i hope and pray that it will be the last time, but knowing that it wont. drama.
the night came and went. she slept because i didn't. needless to say, things are different now. we've continued seeing eachother after her record setting 18 hour engagement. it was the 2nd time in my life i'd slept with somebody else's fiance. at least i knew she was engaged, this time (i should tell the other story sometime). whatever.
things have been mostly good since then. she and i are great. she's, understandably, less great. specifics aside, its gotta be shitty to lose someone you love because you won't marry them. he's making it easier by continuing to act like a 30 yr old boy. i'm in the process of trying to get the keys to her apartment back from him, and he calls every night at 1am until she answers. we've begun talking about what steps need to be taken from here. at the very least, we're gonna report the calls to the phone company. i think more is in order, but its her life, and that should be respected.
its her birthday on friday, and we've decided to celebrate for a whole week, just to put the previous one to bed. the saturday i'd asked for was great. we went and saw the darkness. they were outstanding. i hadn't seen a big rock show in too long. they turned it to 11. she had a great time, screaming like the beatles had landed and knocking back as many mandarin screwdrivers as she could. she had such a good time, i had to buy her a pair of darkness panties. after the show, we went to a suspension event. it was a small thing put together by some local piercers and body-mod enthusiasts. very cool. i'd never seen one in person before. strangely peaceful. everyone was very quiet and respectful, as they should have been. she's planning to do one herself in the next month, and is very excited. now, i can see why.
birthday weeks are fun. takes the pressure off of a single day, and, for me, makes the whole thing more enjoyable. plus, now i get to shower her with gifts. got her some new sheets, lots of xtra nice lingerie, and a very cool bottle of snake whiskey from veitnam. there will also be a dinner at chicago's finest dry-aged chop house.
mmmmmm.
its funny. i thought my last entry was needlessly dramatic. this one, now that i'm reading it, is much worse. sorry, true believers, sometimes thats life. hopefully, she and i will just be able to sit back and date like grown-ups soon. boy, that'd be nice. i actually got down on one knee the other night and, while reaching into my pocket for the darkness tickets, begged her NOT to marry me. she looked panic-stricken until she realized what was going on. at least she can still laugh.
*sigh*
if you've gotten this far, you brave little readers. thanks. drinks are on me.
i feel like i've lived 200 lifetimes in the 9 days since i posted the letter from the previous post. given the last trauma-induced entry, i feel as though there must be a follow-up. like i said, that was about 200 lifetimes ago.
so, it appears as though that very letter (despite its desperate need for proofreading) changed everything for her. after reading it, she called up the other guy and told him that she had some thinking to do and would let him know when she was sure what she wanted. this is where it gets fun. she and i have spent every day and night together since then. yay drama! she called him mid-week asking him to come over so that they could talk about things, and so that she could say 'ain't gon' be no weddin.' that didn't go well at all. he got to her place and proceeded to, among other things, to change her hair back to the style he liked (!?). it got worse from there. I was called about an hour after he got there (she'd told him by then) and heard the scariest voice i've ever heard. i'll never forget it.
'hello?'
'come over here right now. right now, do you understand me? i'm not fucking around.'
*click*
turns out he didn't take the news well. he shoved her around a little, broke a necklace i'd given her and so on, only leaving when she told him she'd called me over (i'm 6 feet 275lbs. he's 5'6 155. i think violence unnecessary in (almost) all situations, but he didn't need to know that). she was panicked, to be sure, and i was glad i only live 7 blocks away. my relationship with her aside, bahavior like his should be wiped from the earth. every time i see the aftermath of a situation like that, i hope and pray that it will be the last time, but knowing that it wont. drama.
the night came and went. she slept because i didn't. needless to say, things are different now. we've continued seeing eachother after her record setting 18 hour engagement. it was the 2nd time in my life i'd slept with somebody else's fiance. at least i knew she was engaged, this time (i should tell the other story sometime). whatever.
things have been mostly good since then. she and i are great. she's, understandably, less great. specifics aside, its gotta be shitty to lose someone you love because you won't marry them. he's making it easier by continuing to act like a 30 yr old boy. i'm in the process of trying to get the keys to her apartment back from him, and he calls every night at 1am until she answers. we've begun talking about what steps need to be taken from here. at the very least, we're gonna report the calls to the phone company. i think more is in order, but its her life, and that should be respected.
its her birthday on friday, and we've decided to celebrate for a whole week, just to put the previous one to bed. the saturday i'd asked for was great. we went and saw the darkness. they were outstanding. i hadn't seen a big rock show in too long. they turned it to 11. she had a great time, screaming like the beatles had landed and knocking back as many mandarin screwdrivers as she could. she had such a good time, i had to buy her a pair of darkness panties. after the show, we went to a suspension event. it was a small thing put together by some local piercers and body-mod enthusiasts. very cool. i'd never seen one in person before. strangely peaceful. everyone was very quiet and respectful, as they should have been. she's planning to do one herself in the next month, and is very excited. now, i can see why.
birthday weeks are fun. takes the pressure off of a single day, and, for me, makes the whole thing more enjoyable. plus, now i get to shower her with gifts. got her some new sheets, lots of xtra nice lingerie, and a very cool bottle of snake whiskey from veitnam. there will also be a dinner at chicago's finest dry-aged chop house.
mmmmmm.
its funny. i thought my last entry was needlessly dramatic. this one, now that i'm reading it, is much worse. sorry, true believers, sometimes thats life. hopefully, she and i will just be able to sit back and date like grown-ups soon. boy, that'd be nice. i actually got down on one knee the other night and, while reaching into my pocket for the darkness tickets, begged her NOT to marry me. she looked panic-stricken until she realized what was going on. at least she can still laugh.
*sigh*
if you've gotten this far, you brave little readers. thanks. drinks are on me.
Thankyou very much for what you wrote in my journal. It made me feel a lot better.
In a way, I can rationalize Jon's death because he was always an adventurer, and death is supposed to be the big unknown adventure for us all. If anyone was equipped to explore the unknown, its him.
Fucker is probably paddling his canoe up the River Styx as we speak.