Saturday. 10 April 2010.

I feel awful. I keep forgetting about blogtime. I blame Charles. He distracts me with his awesome boyfriend-y-ness.

So... let's see. Got to talk to Mrs. Charles' Mama on the phone - three way convo - and that woman seems wonderful. I mean, yeah, she's got flaws, but she's genuine and honest and ... and ... and Charles is making strange noises and I can't concentrate. ><

XD

Tanya and I texted for a while regarding Charles, and although she's very, very hesitant, she actually gave a damn and bothered to listen to my side of things. Lord be praised. I was in tears when I realized I wasn't going to lose her for this as well. Jen disowning me really threw me through a loop... although I guess it could be worse. Last night when I went on a nyom run, I ran into one of the girls from my Arabic class (not Mary) and one of her friends. I mentioned that I was worried about my fam disowning me, and her friend said that he was going through the same - his /father/ refused to acknowledge him because of his choice in significant other. I got the sense that it was because of his sexual preference. AKA his father wasn't pleased that his son had a boyfriend.

I've never had more sympathy for people in that situation. It sucks.

But things are looking up. My friends are behind me, and Megs is still talking to me. Tanya's giving me a shot. Slowly but surely things are going uphill. Ben and Fio have had a wonderful turn of events - Fio's father, I believe, is helping them with their debts, and they're in a deep sense of relief. [EDIT: I have been informed that it was actually Ben's father. Whoops.] Charles is happy, I hope. I pray. I'm pretty positive he is, despite the drama that seems to follow me wherever I go. And trying to be strong so that he has nothing to blame himself for - it makes my worries seem a lot less significant, a lot smaller to bear. As always, the cross necklace I got on my confirmation remains above my heart and next to the bell Charles gave me, and that pretty much represents how my heart lies at the moment. All of my worries and stresses - they aren't just mine any more. I bear such a small portion of them it's almost inconsequential.

Well, I'm going to stop typing now and coerce Charles into finally watching Phantom of the Opera. Wish me luck, O Internet!