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Saturday, October 25, 2008 3:19 AM
.:Here Goes Nothing:.

First, thank you all for the awesome comments you left me on my last post. It really was nice to come on here and read them. The things you guys said are 100% true, and really did help me realize what I need to do. Again, thank you so much.

So I did it. I talked to my mom and dad. And it went a lot better than I had expected.

After Taylor came home last night, we had a looooong talk about it all. She was saying the same things you guys said in the comments. That she is obviously wanting to spend time with me, and I really need to take advantage of it, and that she does still love me, and probably always has. It was hard to accept that reality. I knew I had to do it, but to be honest, I was scared. Terrified, really. Terrified of what is going to happen with-in the next few months, and terrified of what is going to happen at the end of the next few months.

Realizing I had to use this time wisely, I called them. My dad answered, and as soon as he realized it was me, he started crying. It was amazing, because I have only ever seen my dad cry one time, and that was when his sister died when I was like 8 or 9 years old. He immediately started apologizing, too. I told him it wasn't necessary and everything is okay. Then he put my mom on the phone. We didn't even talk. We said hi, then both of us started crying for like 10 minutes. I figured we weren't being very productive by just sitting on the phone crying, so I told her I was just going to come over.

I didn't tell them I was bringing Taylor.

We arrived, and I was actually really scared at the front door. I started regretting not telling them Taylor was coming. I almost turned back to take her home (lol sorry Taylor) but I figured it wasn't necessary. I was right. I introduced everyone, and they took right to her. My dad hugged her so tight for the longest time, it was cute.

So we talked. It was almost as if we were picking up where we left off 9 years ago. I mean, it was so weird I can't even explain it. All the anger and disappointment and sadness just wasn't there. Gone. I was just so happy to be there at her side again.

I'll update tomorrow with more details about my mom and what's going on with her. I just wanted to let you know how things went. It's 3:30am and I'm tired as fuck lol.

Goodnight!


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