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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2009 7:44 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 23, 2009 10:57 am
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The girls just smiled as they watched Eric through his tantrum. He stormed off and headed back to the room. "What is wrong with you guys? I didn't want this. Neither one of us did." Rachel sighed and walked around the table. I didn't want her sympathy. I didn't even want her friendship now that she had, willingly, ruined my life.
"Look, Mel. First of all, we were all too drunk to stop you. So it's not our fault that you two love birds tied the knot. I really am sorry I didn't stop you. I know how much you wanted to marry James." Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I nodded. It was all I wanted but it was too late now. Rachel embraced me in a hug and stroked my head. "It will all work out. You only have to be married a few months. That's it. And then you can get a divorce and marry James." I looked at her and she smiled. "The guy at the counter told us about the new law."
"I better go check on Eric. See if he's ok." They nodded and agreed to meet up later. In a few days time, James would find out. He would, either way, be very upset. My deepest fear was that he wouldn't want to marry me and I would lose him forever. As I climbed the elevator, my phone rang again. The ID read 'James.' Perfect timing, as usual. I cleared my throat to cover up the fact that I was crying.
"Hey, something wrong? You just called not 20 minutes ago." I chuckled at the thought.
"No. I just missed your voice. Is everything alright over there? Everyone having a good time?" He asked. It was, almost, as if he were bored or worried about me. I shook it off but the feeling that something was different still stuck with me.
"Yeah, everything's fine. Look, baby, I have to go. I'll call you when I get the chance. I really have to go." He began to argue but I said goodbye and hung up. It was painful talking with him. I headed to our room and found Eric lying on the bed, starring at his phone. "I know what you're thinking and don't do it. We'll tell him when we're ready. I just spoke with him again and he seems worried. Though, he never used to be this worried about me. Then again, this is really the first time I've been this far without him." I sat on the bed next to him and sighed.
"Look, whether we wanted this or not, we're in this together. All we have to do is counseling and then we can get a divorce." I shrugged. "How hard could it be?"
(What do you think of James going there to Vegas because he's so worried about her? And that's how he finds out about the marriage and everything else.)
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Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2010 10:10 pm
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I gave up. I turned off my phone and shoved it in my pocket. After I had sat and sat and contemplated and contemplated...I was no farther along in my thoughts than I had been twenty minutes ago. My brain was just completely gone now. There was no saving it and there was no saving my friendship, nor my brotherhood with my brother. We had always been able to tell each other everything and that's what made everything so good for us. But on the flip-side, now was the time that I needed to tell him something...but I couldn't! And it was eating me alive.
"Alright, I've gotta tell," I came to the conclusion that it would just be a heck of a load off of my shoulders if I just came clean with the current situation and we all just blew each other off and things went back to the way they were originally meant to be.
"Yeah, okay; I can do that. Things can't be that bad once I explain everything that I can to him. He'll understand...I would understand if I were in this kinda mess...yeah, that's right."
And you know, I was actually convincing myself that this could work. But as I got to my feet and reached for the doorknob, I fell apart again. Running my hands through my hair and grumbling loudly, I turned back to the bed.
"Damn!" I screamed. Kicking off to the side, I accidentally knocked over the television that sat on top of it's stand. It went crashing to the floor...and just my luck, it fell on me. I screamed out in agonizing pain, but pushed it off once I got control of my pain-shocked body. Luckily it wasn't broken, but I think something was broken in me because I went to stand and once more I was hit with a surge of pain in my lower leg. And it was a feeling that was all too familiar; my knee and everything below it had obviously shattered or something...again. I'd broken my shin in 6th grade and it eventually healed but I couldn't play soccer for a while like I had been used to.
"Gosh darnit!" I yelled. "Just what I needed now, a shattered ankle! How am I supposed to get anywhere with this?! Just my friggin' luck!"
(Yeah, that'd be great. I like that idea. Sorry about not posting for so long, but I tried to make the post a little bit longer)
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 8:11 pm
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I sat on the bed and watched Eric and his little tantrum. Though, I was very worried when the TV landed on his ankle. "Eric," I said trying to get his attention as I sat next to him. "Calm down. We'll just get a doctor. Everything will be fine." I picked up the phone and quickly dialed the front desk. "Hi, this is room 415. Yes it's Mrs. Holland." I rolled my eyes. I really needed to watch the tape since everyone in the hotel, whether an employee or guest, knew who were were. "Can I get a doctor for our room please? No, everything's fine. My.....husband just hurt his ankle and we want someone to look at it. Thank you." I said and hung up. I went to our little fridge and placed some ice cubes in a little back. Carefully, I placed the bag on his ankle.
"It won't do you any good if you're angry all the time." I told him. He was about to say something out of anger but I clasped my hand over his mouth. "Eric, calm down. I was only saying. We will get through this."
The doctor finally came and took a look at Eric's ankle. We found out it wasn't just his ankle but just below his knee too. Eric would have to be in a cast for a few weeks. The doctor bandaged him up and finally left, leaving us alone again. "You see?" I said to Eric. "This is what happens when you get too angry. I'll see if room service can bring us something to eat." It was about lunch time and I was starving. Once again, I hung up the phone after talking with room service.
"Food will be here in a bit." Eric said nothing. "Don't even think about passing on the food because you need to eat and take some medicine for your leg." Out of frustration, he shoved a table that almost hit me. "Hey! Cool it!" I said, my own anger rising. "If you want to act like a child, then I'll treat you like one. I have several younger cousins so I'm fully trained to treat you like a four year old!" I was getting tired of his little tantrums already and we weren't even married a full day. I sat on the bed and watched him. "Now you just sit there until you cool it." I folded my arms and waited for him to calm down.
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 5:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 5:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 6:28 pm
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I sat up and looked over to Melinda. She was trying to console me, I could tell, but it wasn't working at all. Her words seemed as if they were meant for her and not me, but not intentionally. "It's alright, I understand. You don't have to try to console me. I'm just a little bipolar now from the shock. But, I'll get over it soon," I explained. I reached over and picked a bread roll from the dinner platter. Biting down into it, I savored the taste. I hadn't realized how hungry I was until just now. At this point, I was now wolfing down the bread roll and picking up a spoon, fishing beef stew into my mouth. And as I gorged it down, all the troubles I had seemed to melt away into the savory soup liquid that was now so low in the owl that I startled myself that I was eating so fast. It was lucky for me though that I wasn't one to get indigestion too quickly from fast eating. "This is great! Hand me the phone, I want more; a steak maybe, or a plate of salad..." It wasn't like I had to pay for it or anything. "Do you want something else?" I already had the phone in my hand, trying to figure out what it was that I really wanted. I was just going to eat my thoughts away it seemed like, but to be honestly, I was just really really hungry.
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