Dear Abbey... May 10, 10pm Connie came home just before seven this evening; she'd said she probably wouldn't be back until after eight, so I was all settled in to watch 'Touched by an Angel.' She wanted to see something on 'The Simpsons,' of course, so I changed the channel for her, and didn't mention my former plans. I did my cross stitch, and half-watched what was on until X Files, and then I paid attention. About fifteen minutes into the show, the phone rang. I jokingly said to Connie, "I bet it's Jev." She answered, and it was. My foot was asleep from the way I'd been sitting, but I made it out to the kitchen where I could talk on the corded phone (her cordless phone makes the person on the end sound like they're talking down a long tunnel). Darrell, the guy Jev's renting from, was out, and he was calling from the phone downstairs. He told me what he'd been up to for the day -- out playing at Dave & Buster's -- and also that Darrell said he doesn't mind the phone being used for net access, as long as call waiting doesn't get turned off. So it looks like I won't be totally cut off from the net. Yay!!! Anyway, it wasn't long before Darrell got home, and Jev hurried to get off the phone. Another good piece of news Jev had given me Saturday and I forgot to mention, is that he has a double bed in his room, rather than a twin like we've had to share most of the time. Room to stretch out a little! I'm sure we'll both sleep more restfully, not feeling like we're close to falling off the edge of the bed. Another fifteen minutes after Jev hung up, the phone rang again. I hoped he might be calling back for some reason, but it was Teresa instead. Connie took the phone into the other room and shut the door, and they talked for half an hour or 45 minutes. It sounded like she was laughing and having an enjoyable conversation. Needless to say, I was a little stunned when she came back into the living room, sat down, and broke down. She spent the next twenty minutes or so talking about it and crying, once in a while asking me what would I do, if I thought she was crazy, and so on. She says her twin tells her she should just let go, but she can't. And yet, she plans to go back to the tarot reader she saw Saturday and 'ask her more specific questions,' and if the tarot reader tells her she should give up the relationship, she says she will. I didn't know what to tell her, and I said as much. I guess if Jev had told me he just wanted to be friends, I'd have gone through the same sort of emotional hell, not knowing what to do, or where to turn, but I've never been there. Jev and I have our disagreements; sometimes one or the other of us goes a little crazy; but we always manage to figure it out in the end. I've never been in the sort of straits Connie's in. What do I think? She should let go, and if she wants friendship with Teresa, leave it at that. Expecting more is just asking for more heartache. It sounds to me like Teresa needs to get herself sorted out, and maybe when that's happened, they can try again. Right now, from what Connie's told me, it sounds like Teresa doesn't believe she's worthy of being loved, and try as she might, Connie's not going to convince her that she is, until she's ready for that. But, that's just my two cents; I don't do tarot stuff, and if Connie won't listen to her own twin, she's sure not going to listen to me. || Previous Entry | Next Entry || || Home | Journal Index || < back two < previous < [ list all | next five | random ] This Webring site owned by Lisana. > next > ahead two > [ about open pages | about webring ]