9:04pm

There is no title to this entry, because a title didn’t seem appropriate yet. I am here to ramble, this time.

Today has been a very good day. I got to talk to Petey on his 5th Birthday, which made us both happy. He is the sweetest kid I’ve ever known. He makes me giggle a lot, too.

When My Mikey came back out, we promptly lay down for naps. He woke up shortly after I did, and we talked until supper was ready. Of all we talked about today, I found out one thing from him that puts my mind at rest, somewhat, at least. He said I make it very clear to him that my heart belongs to him. I’m glad he said that. Sometimes, I get angry and throw temper tantrums, and people usually say stupid things that they really don’t mean when they’re angry….I’m no exception to that. I have said some nasty things to him. He always graciously forgives me, and that is so endearing. It provides another reason to change each time it happens. I’m HOPING that someday it stops happening.

I talked to Mama earlier. I told her that I am not going to the family Christmas Day gathering. I don’t feel comfortable talking to My Mikey in front of my sister, and I have to put up with that on Christmas Eve, which is bad enough. She makes snide comments every time the cell rings, whether it’s him or not!!!! Apparently, because we talk a lot when I’m home, we should be deprived of our “us-dom” when around family? Ummm, that’s a major flaw in logic! HE IS MY FAMILY!!!!!!

Next time Trisha has a family gathering at her place, I’m taking “Peter” with me. They don’t know about Mikey or Jack or any of us others. We’ll be “Peter” and “Herman” to them.

Oh, I told my sister the other day that I finally figured out why I have such problems with last-minute plans. I am obsessive compulsive. She promptly informed me that she didn’t care because she doesn’t believe in my disorder. Ok. The next time she mentions a lack of sleep or an achy back, I’ll tell her I don’t believe in HER condition! Then, I’ll listen to her bitch and gripe and tell me, as always, how nothing in my life is real compared to hers. She is a real person, I am apparently not. Says Mary Helen!!!!! I AM a real person, and she can’t take away what God granted me!!!!!

Trisha and Roy (my aunt and uncle) have already agreed that Peter can visit their home with me, as long as we refrain from PDAs. I understand that, I guess. It’s their home, not ours. I asked her if holding hands constituted a PDA, and she said yes. Welllllll, can’t win ’em all. At least they’ll let us in the house!!!! Trisha is possibly my nicest aunt. I appreciate that she has the “love the sinner, hate the sin” attitude. I don’t believe I’m sinful with my relationship, but she does. Luckily, it won’t stop her from loving me (maybe loving Peter, too) or accepting that we are, indeed, special to each other. I doubt she’d call him my husband, but that’s ok with me. She will probably call him my “Friend”.

Anyway, I think once he arrives home, the attitudes will lighten a bit from certain parties (can we say “SISTER”?!!!!). Guess we’ll see, won’t we?

My Key, My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack