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10.15.03 - 11:56 p.m.
I was going through photos from our trip out to South Dakota. This is one of my favourites. Simon was having a bad day, and just couldn't take anymore. It is good to have a nice cleansing freak out...but not so much when someone like me is heartlessly smirking about it. His mom might be coming around...who knows. I don't think I am angry anymore. I just can't stay mad about something for very long, it's not in me. I haven't seen much of her lately. I am pretty sure she can't be around me right now. I just hope she is getting 'better.' I never gave her the letter I wrote her (see previous entry.) The more I thought about it, the more I realize that letter was all about me, and how I felt. Pretty self-centered, really, and besides, I think I wrote it to vent. It served its purpose. I really just don't know what to do. I should go to bed. PS: I am meeting D's parents for the first time on Friday. We have been together almost 3 years and I have never met them. They are a bit on the bible-beating side, so of course they believe neither D., or I are going to make it to the sweet here-after. It must be really sad to believe your son is going to burn in hell. I am sure they are nice people...it ought to be a gay old time.
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