Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2020 21:04:28 GMT
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 LOVE IS UNCONDITIONAL. RELATIONSHIPS ARE NOT. - - - the first stage of grief : denial "I have spent years telling my sister that Jack is bad news. Literal years. Maisie is a sweet girl, a trusting person who tends to see the good in people, but when it comes to him, those traits are pushed to the point of stupidity. The man is a total waste of space. It's the nurse in her, I guess - she really believed she could save him. I tried to be happy for her, but I admit it, I couldn't put in a convincing performance... You know what I said to her on the eve of her wedding? When someone shows you who they are, believe them. She was so upset with me, but only because it's so fitting. The thing is, my baby sister is one of life's victims. We both grew up hating our town, and we both left. But guess what, she went back! Jack made her unhappy for years not even being in the same zip code as her, and her response to that was to marry him! She plays the sweet little godly girl next door role so well, but she has had multiple flings with married or committed men at this point, even knowing everything I went through with my ex husband. The truth is she didn't want a functional relationship with someone else, it would have been too easy for her to settle down with someone actually healthy. She chose not to, she chose to waste time with men she'd never have to commit to, all so she could bait the man she really wanted, no matter how bad he was for her. I don't think Jack sees fully how much she creates these scenarios for herself... whatever. Supposedly they're getting divorced now-- I'll believe it when I see it." - CHLOE MILLER - - - the second stage of grief : anger You know when you're in love with someone and all day, every day, you find your mind wandering to what they're doing, how they're existing somewhere at the same time as you doing something, seeing people, talking... yeah, you know that? That lovesick curiosity turned to an agonizing need to know exactly what Jack was doing at all times, I don't know when. Maybe one of the million times he said he'd be home at 10 and never showed, only to turn up the next morning having been left to dry out in a cell for the night. Maybe it was when he didn't answer his phone for four hours, and I rang round hospitals until I found out he'd been hit by a car he had drunkenly stumbled out in front of. Maybe it was the time I was waiting for my first ultrasound appointment - our first ultrasound appointment - and he almost missed it because he almost totalled his car on the way. It might sound controlling but I couldn't live like that, never knowing where he was and if he was okay... every time felt like he'd cheated death, and I've seen enough patients who don't pull through not to believe in his immortality as much as he seemed to. Then he enlisted for the police force and I was so angry that I threw up, then and there, the second he told me. I still shake when I think about it. - - - the third stage of grief : bargaining "Jack and Maisie. What a lie that was, huh? And we all believed it... Jack, the local hero, the fallen star. Maisie the butter-wouldn't-melt cheerleader turned nurse. What a story! No one believed it more than Maisie herself. Ignore the Dallas thing, I'm sure that was just attention seeking. She really believed that they belonged together, when she moved back and we became close she would spend hours telling me about the sweet things Jack did, glossing over the bad. Then that became too glaringly dishonest, even for her, and she started on the bargaining. I'd say he was being unfair, she'd say that so long as he got back before midnight she wouldn't leave. It started out rational, like, so long as he came to the doctors with her, she'd stay. Then it turned crazy... she'd see a baby and the baby would be called Jack and she'd take that as a sign that he'd grow out of al this. I'm serious. The girl was losing it, she refused to see what everyone else could see plain as day. They weren't the storybook couple, Odessa's Romeo and Juliet. Or maybe they are, 'cause that was a tragedy, right? They're tragic. I was so supportive to her, I really thought she needed a friend. Part of being a friend is being honest and I told Jack he wasn't good enough for her. That's when he told me that she'd kissed my husband. I don't care that it was years ago, how many times had she had the opportunity to tell me and didn't? She's a whore, plain and simple, a dishonest, lying, two faced whore. Hopefully everyone will come round to seeing her the way I do. They deserve each other." - LOUISE JOHNSON - - - the fourth stage of grief : depression - - - the fifth stage of grief : acceptance "Hi there, Ms Miller, it's Paul Edwards from D&G Family Law returning your call. The paperwork is ready when you are, as soon as we hear back from you we will be in a position to serve Mr Williams. Just let us know. Take care now, bye bye." |
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