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Wow. Long time, no talk. (And major updates here.)
Current mood:  chipper
I'm so bad about remembering to update this thing. I'll try to do better. Really. I promise.
Let's see how long this lasts. LOL. But I'll start off with some kind of update for now.
I haven't gotten much writing done in the past several weeks. Life reared its (for once, not ugly) mug and interfered. It's been a good interference, thankfully, but a bit annoying that I haven't managed to get much done.
So what has happened? Umm. Several things, two of which are very major.
#1 - All right, let me dump the backstory first so it makes sense. There's this friend. She's had a crush on me for, um, ages. We were both aware of it, but did nothing about it. Then she broke up with her abusive fuckwad boyfriend last summer. Since then, she's been realizing how strong her feelings for me ran.
Now, normally, I don't have an issue with long-distance 'net-based relationships, but Jami's prior relationship with another girl had also been online at first. The problem was, once they met IRL, things didn't "spark" as they would've liked. Neither of us wanted to go through that, so we decided to put off anything beyond flirting until we could meet IRL.
Well, at the last minute, Jami decided to come up here for Boskone, a science fiction/fantasy convention in Boston that Morgan and I go to every year. It's kinda my fault, because we were talking about it, and she mentioned how much she'd love to go... me: "Why don't you? *checks* Airfare isn't that expensive."
I didn't expect her to actually do it. After all, how many people say "YES!" when you suggest a spur-of-the-moment vacation? But I wasn't complaining!
To make a long story short, Jami and I hit it off quite well IRL. End result? I have a girlfriend.  And she intends to move up here as soon as her lease is up in December or January. It might possibly be sooner, depending on what happens with her job (she's being considered for a managerial position), but either way, we'll be flying her up for as frequent as possible visits. Cuz a year is a long time, y'know?
As if that wasn't enough...
#2 - Along with Jami, we invited Morgan's "brother" (they're not blood-related, but they might as well be) Paul to come along. He'd been having a lot of problems with his then-fianceé, and we thought he could use some time away.
Boy, were we right.
Okay, we'd known there were problems, but we didn't have a fucking clue how deep those problems ran. Let's just say the relationship was a hell of a lot more abusive than either of us imagined. Normally, we don't like to give unasked-for advice about relationship problems. I lost a good friend several years ago when I tried to convince him that his relationship was abusive. He wrote me off, ultimately left the woman, and while we talk nowadays, things have never been the same since. I learned my lesson. Keep your mouth shut until people ask.
But this time... was an exception. Morgan and I both asked permission to give our opinion; once given, we said: "Ditch the bitch." Then he started talking about not having anywhere to go, and we immediately offered our place. I'm not the sort of person to turn away a friend in need, and looking at it objectively, having him here would be beneficial to all of us.
At first, Paul wanted to try to work things out with her. Unfortunately, she wasn't having any of it. Except, the more he tried to tell her how he felt and how her behavior was affecting him, the more she buried her head in the sand. Ultimately, he decided the relationship with her wasn't workable and broke it off.
Here's the kicker. The more time Paul and I spent around each other... well, let's just say we were very attracted to one another. I wasn't going to do anything while he was still with her; even if he would have (which he wouldn't), I'm not the sort of girl to cheat. If everyone's okay with it, that's one thing, but I'm not going to be a party to adultery. I don't want to be "the other woman."
Then he broke up with her.
And...
Yeah.
But it wasn't until one foggy, icy night that I realised how deep my own feelings ran. Paul had gone back to the house that evening to talk to her alone, as she'd requested. I'd had a sick feeling in my gut all night long, but I attributed it to worry about what she might do. People sometimes do crazy shit during break-ups.
Around one AM, I get a phone call. From him. It's hard at first to make out what he's saying, but then understanding dawns. On the way to our apartment, he approached a curve in the road... and a semi came around it, four feet into his side of the road.
He managed to avoid the semi, but crashed his car in the process. Fortunately, he made it back home safe. The car was the only casualty.
That...
It's funny how almost losing someone makes you realise how much you love them. I knew I'd cared for him. Knew I could love him. But... I didn't want to accept that I did. I mean, I'd only just gotten involved with Jami a week or so prior. Isn't that too much, too fast?
Except that for all the reasons I came up with to run in the other direction, I couldn't. I love him. And it feels so right.
I wasn't the only one the crash profoundly affected.
Yeah.
Just so everyone's on the same page, everybody involved is cool with the situation. Hell, "cool" is about the understatement of the motherfucking millennium. There aren't words to describe.
Right now, our long-term plans are to get Jami moved up here; once she's here, we're going to go looking for a house to rent. Our one-bedroom apartment is very spacious for what it is, but it'll be way too small for four people to live in for any length of time.
Things are starting to settle out now, and I'm starting to make some progress on the writing front again. Slowly, but what the hell? That's not surprising given I'm getting back into the groove.
Okay, I think that's it for now. Hopefully the next update won't be almost a year away. LOL.
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