Last night, my mom blew up at me. I'm not talking about petty yelling and then apologizing. I'm talking about full force yelling, pounding on the walls, and having her yell at me, telling me to get out of her sight. I was so frustrated, I thought I was going to loose myself. But I ended up talking to someone. What they did was amazing. They held me, rocked me, comforted me. He did everything for me. At times it almost seemed like flirting with how it was put in context. Today even we started talking again and it still seems almost like flirting at points and others are not. I really love being with him. First we were friends, then bf and gf, now friends again. I hope that someday, when things are all better, that maybe we can be what we once were.
Shortstopkate · Wed Jan 05, 2011 @ 01:52am · 0 Comments |