(originally posted 9/26/2011)
Tuesday
(Yay! my firefox is working again!)
These new guys move in across the street from us. They're really cute
twins. This guy is Pascal (I need a better list of names) and I'm
thinking about Marcel, his brother, as Pascal is talking about him. I'm
wearing my new work 'outfit' so boring. How am I supposed to look
professional in jeans? Yeah, all I do is run around and get people
coffee, but I don't plan on doing that forever. You know what they say,
dress for the job you want.
Well, evening gets here and John is in the backyard working on his simfu again, and I'm bored. I shouldn't ever feel bored with a dance club across the street...ok off I go.
I start dancing, and this random guy comes up and starts dancing with me. He introduces himself later as Darrell.
Darrell: Where did you learn to dance like that?
Me: From the hired dancer at my bachelorette party.
Darrell: You're married?
Me: Engaged.
Darrell: Do you know what one of the definitions of 'engaged' is?
Me: What?
Darrell: To do battle with the enemy.
????
I teach him a few moves. He's a fast learner. It's a wonder that I haven't tripped over my own two feet in a long while.
Oops! I accidentally tripped HIM. um... I wasn't paying attention and stuck my foot out at the wrong time.
We both decide to give it a rest for a while and get a drink or two. He tells me he's married.
Me: So, where's your wife?
Darrell: She's at home unpacking.
Then he gets all goo-goo eyed at me.
Darrell: It's a shame I didn't meet you first. Ah, well.
Me: Um, but I'm sure your wife is great.
Darrell: She nice, but I hope your fiancé knows just how lucky he is.
Me: Aw, that's so sweet!
We drink our drinks and go dance by ourselves for a while. Then the place closes.
Wednesday
I've decided to start selling my veggies at the consignment store since it worked so well the last time.
Ever get the feeling that people have been talking about you
because when you walk in a room it gets quiet? Yeah. That just
happened.
That's Tate sitting at the desk doing some work, apparently. Oh! Darrell is the new consignment specialist. I wondered who they'd get to replace Ivana. Darrell's mouth is twitching as I conduct my business with him. I'm suspicious. What did Tate tell him? As I leave I can't help but hear them chuckling.
Thursday
I finally got a promotion! Even better, John finally got accepted into the SIA. He's thrilled beyond belief.
Both of our bonuses give us just the amount we needed to get the house sort of caddy-cornered, sort of behind our old house. Here it is:
It's right on the square. I'm happy that it's still somewhat close
to the club, John is happy by the old-fashioned luxury feel to the
place.
Here's the backyard. Not a whole lot of room for me to have a
garden. John immediately claims a spot for his sim fu dummy. In the
shed in the back he put a workbench that he says he's always wanted to
have. We go out and get all new furniture.
Here's an example of some of the stuff that we got. John really
loves the bed. I'm not too thrilled because I think it's just a little
too opulent. Busy day. That night I'm exhausted.
Exhausted, yes, but I still have to read this book for work.
John: This is great, isn't it?
Me: Yes, it's fine.
John: Fine? Just fine? Baby, this is the first step in the start of our new lives together...come here.
I put the book away, and he pulls me close.
John: Only one more day to get through and we'll be married finally.
Me: It's wonderful. And to think that I was once worried that you'd hate me forever.
John: Never! I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that it was you I wanted by my side forever. So is China really okay for our honeymoon?
Me: Of course! It doesn't matter to me, and I know you're thrilled to be going to the original sim fu academy. As long as we're together, it's great!
John: Oh, we'll be together all right!
He grins wickedly and tackles me.
Ah, love.
Friday
I wake up in the morning before John and get ready for work. I had the worst dream last night. John and I had been married for years in the dream, and I was miserable. We had kids running around all over the place and John just left me to deal with them and was always so focused on his dream job that he had no more time for us. Was this a vision of the future or my just being silly? I'm not even sure I WANT kids. Maybe one, but that's it really. I shake it off. It WAS just a dream after all.
Work was boring. Filing, filing, filing all day.
I get home, start up dinner when there's a knock at the door.
Me: Greg! What are you doing here? Come in! Come in! John stepped out for a little bit to go swim.
Greg: That's good. I need to talk to you.
Me: So, what do you think of my new house?
Greg: It's nice. A little big, but when Marie comes home it might not feel that way. Betty sent Demarco to the sports academy as well. I don't really have a say as to what she decides to do with him. It makes me a little sad.
I feel so bad for him that I hug him. I tell him that boarding
school is not so bad, that he will get plenty of help that will aid him
in the rest of his life.
Greg: Thanks, Elena.
Greg: You know, I'm always amazed by your beauty.
I look down, feeling embarrassed.
Me: Greg, I had no idea that you felt anything for me when I started dating John. I thought that you were just using me to get rid of Betty.
Greg: I admit that was a small part of it, but mostly I realized even more when I saw you that I didn't want to be married to Betty, that I wanted you. I regret more than you know that I didn't call you afterwards. I could have stopped this.
Me: Stopped what?
Greg: You marrying John.
Me: That reminds me....You told John that I was 'no good.' Why? How could you say that?
Greg looked down: I was trying to get him to break up with you. I hate that you and everyone in that room heard me say it. I've been trying to make up for it ever since by surreptitiously adding into conversations different things to get your reputation better.
Me: Oh.
Greg: But back to what I was saying. I didn't call you because I was busy dealing with the mess of the divorce with Betty. She almost took me for everything. At any rate, she has me by the you-know-what with child support, even though her new husband makes tons of money and they don't need mine. I can't get the judge to understand that, though. (he pauses) Elena, I came here tonight to ask you to wait a little while longer...to think about this more before you marry that man.
Me: Greg, he's never anything but wonderful with me.
Greg: Is he? What about that time you guys broke up for a while? When he thought you had cheated on him with that nub?
I looked down.
Greg: I thought so. Did he hit you?
Me: No! He wouldn't! It's just I was remembering when for a second he looked like he might.
Greg: I knew it! Elena, you HAVE to get out of this! That guy has an aggressive streak a mile wide! It would kill me to see that he has beat you. I'd never be able to forgive myself if I didn't warn you at least.
Me: Greg, I appreciate your concern. Maybe if things were different I could make you happy, but I'm marrying John tomorrow.
Greg: When?
Me: About 2 o'clock. Um...it might not be the best idea for you to come.
Greg: I can behave myself.
Me: I know you can....
Greg: You're right, he can't.
Greg: I won't 'rain on your parade' and ruin it for you...or cause John to ruin it for you.
John walks in: You won't ruin what? Her life?
John:Who let your smelly butt in here anyway?
Greg: Elena did, of course. SHE doesn't have a problem with me. You, however, need to be taught some manners!
John: I don't need to be taught manners by trash like you!
Me: Guys...please don't.
I turn to Greg...
Me: Greg, perhaps you'd better leave.
John: Yes, GET OUT!
Me: John, let me talk to him, please.
John huffs and puffs like a raging bull.
Greg: Alright, Elena, but remember what I said. I meant every word. And one more thing, please understand that it's NEVER too late to turn back.
Greg walks around me and heads out the door. I look at John and
see he's glaring at Greg's back. I have alot to think about, and I've
lost my appetite. Makes no difference anyway, dinner's ruined. I'm so
worried. Greg seems to be making it his job to plead for me not to
marry John. Also, what is it that I really want? Oh, WHY did he have
to come over and just confuse me?
Tuesday
(Yay! my firefox is working again!)
Well, evening gets here and John is in the backyard working on his simfu again, and I'm bored. I shouldn't ever feel bored with a dance club across the street...ok off I go.
Me: From the hired dancer at my bachelorette party.
Darrell: You're married?
Me: Engaged.
Darrell: Do you know what one of the definitions of 'engaged' is?
Me: What?
Darrell: To do battle with the enemy.
????
Me: So, where's your wife?
Darrell: She's at home unpacking.
Darrell: It's a shame I didn't meet you first. Ah, well.
Me: Um, but I'm sure your wife is great.
Me: Aw, that's so sweet!
We drink our drinks and go dance by ourselves for a while. Then the place closes.
Wednesday
I've decided to start selling my veggies at the consignment store since it worked so well the last time.
That's Tate sitting at the desk doing some work, apparently. Oh! Darrell is the new consignment specialist. I wondered who they'd get to replace Ivana. Darrell's mouth is twitching as I conduct my business with him. I'm suspicious. What did Tate tell him? As I leave I can't help but hear them chuckling.
Thursday
I finally got a promotion! Even better, John finally got accepted into the SIA. He's thrilled beyond belief.
Both of our bonuses give us just the amount we needed to get the house sort of caddy-cornered, sort of behind our old house. Here it is:
John: This is great, isn't it?
Me: Yes, it's fine.
John: Fine? Just fine? Baby, this is the first step in the start of our new lives together...come here.
John: Only one more day to get through and we'll be married finally.
Me: It's wonderful. And to think that I was once worried that you'd hate me forever.
John: Never! I knew from the moment I laid eyes on you that it was you I wanted by my side forever. So is China really okay for our honeymoon?
Me: Of course! It doesn't matter to me, and I know you're thrilled to be going to the original sim fu academy. As long as we're together, it's great!
John: Oh, we'll be together all right!
He grins wickedly and tackles me.
I wake up in the morning before John and get ready for work. I had the worst dream last night. John and I had been married for years in the dream, and I was miserable. We had kids running around all over the place and John just left me to deal with them and was always so focused on his dream job that he had no more time for us. Was this a vision of the future or my just being silly? I'm not even sure I WANT kids. Maybe one, but that's it really. I shake it off. It WAS just a dream after all.
Work was boring. Filing, filing, filing all day.
I get home, start up dinner when there's a knock at the door.
Greg: That's good. I need to talk to you.
Greg: It's nice. A little big, but when Marie comes home it might not feel that way. Betty sent Demarco to the sports academy as well. I don't really have a say as to what she decides to do with him. It makes me a little sad.
Greg: Thanks, Elena.
I look down, feeling embarrassed.
Me: Greg, I had no idea that you felt anything for me when I started dating John. I thought that you were just using me to get rid of Betty.
Greg: I admit that was a small part of it, but mostly I realized even more when I saw you that I didn't want to be married to Betty, that I wanted you. I regret more than you know that I didn't call you afterwards. I could have stopped this.
Me: Stopped what?
Greg: You marrying John.
Me: That reminds me....You told John that I was 'no good.' Why? How could you say that?
Greg looked down: I was trying to get him to break up with you. I hate that you and everyone in that room heard me say it. I've been trying to make up for it ever since by surreptitiously adding into conversations different things to get your reputation better.
Me: Oh.
Greg: But back to what I was saying. I didn't call you because I was busy dealing with the mess of the divorce with Betty. She almost took me for everything. At any rate, she has me by the you-know-what with child support, even though her new husband makes tons of money and they don't need mine. I can't get the judge to understand that, though. (he pauses) Elena, I came here tonight to ask you to wait a little while longer...to think about this more before you marry that man.
Greg: Is he? What about that time you guys broke up for a while? When he thought you had cheated on him with that nub?
I looked down.
Greg: I thought so. Did he hit you?
Me: No! He wouldn't! It's just I was remembering when for a second he looked like he might.
Greg: I knew it! Elena, you HAVE to get out of this! That guy has an aggressive streak a mile wide! It would kill me to see that he has beat you. I'd never be able to forgive myself if I didn't warn you at least.
Greg: When?
Me: I know you can....
Greg: You're right, he can't.
John walks in: You won't ruin what? Her life?
John: I don't need to be taught manners by trash like you!
Me: Guys...please don't.
I turn to Greg...
John: Yes, GET OUT!
Me: John, let me talk to him, please.
John huffs and puffs like a raging bull.
Greg: Alright, Elena, but remember what I said. I meant every word. And one more thing, please understand that it's NEVER too late to turn back.
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