Marie
355 Words
Dear Journal,
If Paul does not ease up on his lil trying to be “Mr. Action” phase, I’m gonna scream! All the sudden, all I hear is “let’s kiss here” … “let me touch you here” … Lucky for me, I’m strong enough to say “Back off” but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t annoying me. Especially since he wasn’t like this when we first started going out. He was nice. He was sweet. I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me. I just feel like we’re not connecting like we used to anymore.
This whole week has been kinda rough. On top of the whole Paul issue, I’m having problems finding a summer job and it’s the anniversary of my mother’s death. Seven years. It’s hard to believe. I can still see her here telling me how her and dad got together and … helping me with homework … talking to me about boys (though I was still in my “boys have cooties!” stage) … I remember watching her put on make-up, getting primped for company dinner parties … making holidays larger than life! Sometimes it’s like she never left … but just as much as I feel her presence … with each passing day, I feel her absence and the realization of her being gone breaks my heart all over again. Just knowing that I can’t call her whenever I need her … the only way I can see her is in old photos and in my dreams. It’s a hard pill to swallow … but at least I have dad and we give each other comfort.
I talked to my cousin Kat yesterday. She’s supposed to be coming back to Jupitervale. I haven’t seen her in three years! I can’t wait to see her … and meet her daughter!
Write in soon,
Marie
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