161 It just never seems to end
My mother cried today, and I felt guilty. I always feel guilty too, but I don't know what I did. It made me cry. I've been away from Gabriel for 23 weeks now. Andrew says I shouls stop counting the days, but its hard not to. The weird thing is, I feel obsessive the way I talk about him all the time. It makes me feel like I'm some scary ex-girlfriend that stalks her ex in her spare time, which is weird, because I'm his first and only girlfriend (and vice versa). Sometimes I wonder if everyone is getting sick of it, including him.
I went through my older entries and found a lovely comment from Mitch that I had overlooked. It's funny, he seems to try to make everything happening in other people's lives apply to his life in some way. I'm not saying this in a negative way (I don't plan to hurt anyone's feelings) but it's an observation I've noticed.
On Thursday we went to visit my parent's friends apartment to see their Christmas tree. They were a lovely gay couple and they were so nice to me. They kept telling my parents that they had a beautiful daughter. My dad looked happy for the complement, my mom looked happy for the chance to boast. They told me I looked like Michael's wife (it's a long story) who recently passed away, and later asked my mother if I would like her dress.
There are so many stories I want to write about and post on here, but most of them are too personal.
I went through my older entries and found a lovely comment from Mitch that I had overlooked. It's funny, he seems to try to make everything happening in other people's lives apply to his life in some way. I'm not saying this in a negative way (I don't plan to hurt anyone's feelings) but it's an observation I've noticed.
On Thursday we went to visit my parent's friends apartment to see their Christmas tree. They were a lovely gay couple and they were so nice to me. They kept telling my parents that they had a beautiful daughter. My dad looked happy for the complement, my mom looked happy for the chance to boast. They told me I looked like Michael's wife (it's a long story) who recently passed away, and later asked my mother if I would like her dress.
There are so many stories I want to write about and post on here, but most of them are too personal.