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The good and the bad.
Posted February 22nd 2012 at 05:06 AM by Koharuchan
Updated February 23rd 2012 at 06:54 AM by Koharuchan
Updated February 23rd 2012 at 06:54 AM by Koharuchan
Well, today was a bad day. Mom yelled at me a lot again. Things were finally peaceful, but it was only a short reprieve. 
She yelled at me for so many things that were stupid, and not even my fault. I don't want to go into it too much. However, there was some good in my day. Jon stayed on the phone with me later than usual, and we reminisced about some things in our relationship. Strangely, we reminisced most about the time he was in the hospital. It was our hardest time together, but there are good memories mixed into it. I remembered being terrified that first night in ICU, and I remembered having to try hard not to cry when he was in the ER shaking and about to pass out from blood loss. Then I remembered being with him those 4 days and never leaving his side, and all the time we talked, the times I watched him rest, laughing at funny tv hows with him (well I laughed, he didn't have enough strength to do more than a grin and a chuckle). He remembered our first time together at his house, and how his parents teased him. I remembered the 3 days we spent together before I finally worked up the courage to tell him how I felt about him.
We talked a lot, and it made me feel much better. Things always seem to look up when I'm with him, or even just talking with him on the phone.
She yelled at me for so many things that were stupid, and not even my fault. I don't want to go into it too much. However, there was some good in my day. Jon stayed on the phone with me later than usual, and we reminisced about some things in our relationship. Strangely, we reminisced most about the time he was in the hospital. It was our hardest time together, but there are good memories mixed into it. I remembered being terrified that first night in ICU, and I remembered having to try hard not to cry when he was in the ER shaking and about to pass out from blood loss. Then I remembered being with him those 4 days and never leaving his side, and all the time we talked, the times I watched him rest, laughing at funny tv hows with him (well I laughed, he didn't have enough strength to do more than a grin and a chuckle). He remembered our first time together at his house, and how his parents teased him. I remembered the 3 days we spent together before I finally worked up the courage to tell him how I felt about him.
We talked a lot, and it made me feel much better. Things always seem to look up when I'm with him, or even just talking with him on the phone.
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