Dear Petra,
Oh, I misled you, saying “that was ours” about our Thanksgiving dinner. I did make myself something else to eat: macaroni with loads of mozzarella and cheddar, seasoned with garlic and onion powders and salt n’ peppa. I didn’t want to insult Fella’s efforts, as we oughtn’t to complain when someone cooks enough for us, but at the same time he knew I wouldn’t like what he was making, so he couldn’t claim he made “us” a meal, could he?
He’s behaving himself since one day last week when I was walking and he stopped to give me a lift home because it was cold and the passenger door on the truck was locked so I waited for him to unlock it and then tried again after he clicked the lock but it still wouldn’t open and, when he realized that, he blamed me and hollered “Get your hand off the fucking handle!” and even if my hand had been on the handle, which it wasn’t, that is no way to talk to me if you are my friend. I just walked on, no longer willing to get into that vehicle with him. A couple days later I thought he was rude to me again, and gave him shit. So he’s been watching his words.
All this to say that this morning we kissed and hugged in the kitchen before he left for the day, and that was very nice. It is what I want every day and don’t see why I can’t have it. What’s the point of living with the man otherwise?
I’m looking at my future and wondering what I’ll end up doing. I wonder if, money needs aside, I’ll have to do something because having complete freedom might be a little too loose eventually, maybe I’ll want some imposed structure.
I booked my plane tickets for Fri 28 Oct, thinking we’d drive from here to Calgary a day or two before, and then I’d fly back from B.C. on Tues 1 Nov and we’d stay overnight and drive home the next day. That would give Fella six nights there and five full days to spend with his boy and visit his relatives, and I wouldn’t be stuck in Calgary any longer than necessary. Fella’s relatives are okay but I would rather visit my own, and I’m sure he feels the same, so this seemed to me a perfect plan. Now he may not be able to get away on that October date and that means the plane tickets I bought with Dad’s air miles may be wasted, because I’m not willing to drive to Calgary alone from here and leave my car there while I’m in BC, nor am I willing to take the bus to get there as I have promised myself never again to take a bus ride that is longer than four hours. I’ve looked at buying plane tickets to/from Calgary on the days I have the other ones purchased, but there are none available that are at good times; I would be vulnerable to missing flights because of cutting arrival times too close to the next departure time, or I’d be getting up at three in the morning, another thing I’ve decided not to do to myself anymore just to save money. And if I went a day early I’d have to stay in Calgary with Fella’s son or sister (or stay in hotels I guess, but why would I want to do that either). I hate being there. I like them well enough but don’t want to spend any more time with them than I have to. God I’m awful.
Love,
Izzy
PS. For many years I thought “misled” was pronounced MY-zelled and did not know what it meant.